~mY tEaChEr~

Its 11:59 p.m 4th Sep. a minute away from the teachers day.

In college no one bothered.Even Those champu chipkus' Didnt.
In school it was fun seeing those girls and cheps giving flowers and cards to their gOds.
Whenever i remember my teachers , Gods knows why cheecks get red and slapping sound is heard in my ears..

Ahh..Neways...We can Always chose a best outa worst.

Lets scan some Profiles.

Mrs Sen: (Pataudi), She looked like a "Ranthambhor ki Rani" and behaved like one.
Royality was the word for her.

Monday: Pink Saree,Pink Sandles,Pink Bangles, Pink Earings,............Pink Car.
Tuesday: Green Saree...................................................Green Car.
Wednesday:Yellow Saree..................................................Yellow Car.


Her royality was also induced into our home work copies .Questions in Red.Answers in Blue.Headings in Green.Quotations in Black.To hell with it.
For Me it was ZEROES ans CROSSES in Red.

Slaps:17
Murgas:21

Mrs Taneja:(Drill).She was the nose driller.Perfect for Schlumberger People.Ah..Noone even dared to give her the books.If a new comer did becuase of ignorance
his books got sticky complementaries too.


Slap:13
Hands Up:15
Complementaries:3

Mr Singh(?):Ah. This man told me about Passion and Purity.Pure Lusty. Pure philander. pure womanizer.
PT teacher.Dont know about his gaming skills but man was good at scratching though.His Balls.

Slaps:None
Hands Up:None
Murgas:None
Kicks:23

Mrs Sinha:She was Real Techie.She discussed more about new gadgets her "So called" Husband sent from US(Amrikka) than the subject she was supposed to teach,Sanskrit.
Ones i wrote in the test ....अथ तेषूपविष्टेषु सर्वेष्वेव तपस्विषु।निर्दिष्टमासनं भेजे मोटोरोला E3 नम: :..(cause the lecture always started from sanskrit shalokas and landed with new sets
launched in NY and San Jose),she gave 5 outa 10..I wondered 5 marks(with slap) are for writing sanskrit words or new motorola handset..
I loved her hands.I have the proof.See Figs below.

Hands Up:None
Murgas:None
Kicks:None
Slaps:78
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Scene 1:

PT class:

Mr Singh: "Doggy saale idhar aa !Pointing to some one in the class(wasnt me)."

There was air of stupidity and fear flowing in the class, no one has done his home work..Suddenly scent of Givo mingled with the tough air in our class
We knew Mrs Sen is nearby.Mr Singh started scratching.

Mrs Sen enterd the class with complete elegance.Oh..I wish i was that door...as her hands fell on to the door to open it..The door opened itself..
None of the newtons law was aplicable for her..She was Royal.., bhai..

"Its 11,Mr Singh its my class now."...: Sen told him

"Madam hum bhi to aapke hi hain"(I m yours too)..Mr singh said her..with each word her face got more red and the intensity of scratching increased.

Sen's "i will crucify you" look was enough to change Singh's face from red to yellow and leave the class..nd no scratching though kinda playing thing.

It was fun.Fun to see the discussions among the class of such incidents..i wish i had participated in science experiments with that interest.

Next day.
Scene 2:

In the staff room:

Mrs Sen and Taneja were discussing something.So as the ambasador of Chugli club of my class, i had to know about it at any cost.

So with the reason to take the file from room i tried to get my ears in the path of the sound waves they both were generating.

" i tell you Mr singh's Behaviour is totally unacceptable.Whenever i meet him , i can easily see my blouse's color in his eyes, He is Tharki to the Core"

Ha ha...got it ..got it..

I rushed to the class to tell them about the new developement.
And what was the best..Mr singh was Nicknamed.

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When i thought this would be enough for the new post in my blog.i looked for the pen's cap below the pillow.Suddenly a hand landed on my shoulder.

"I wasnt that bad teacher...was i?.., I would like you to write 2 lines for me too." a white bald man was standing besides me.

Ah..i was shocked.."Who the hell are you ?" i yelled..seeing the bolted door and closed windows."Where the hell you entered my room from?"

I swear to God, i had never seen this man before.But still his warmth seemed familiar.

Suddenly the room dancing with metallica was calm and composed.I felt the stillness.

"Who are you sir?"

"I am Silence"..

"I didnt get yo..", i was about to enquire more...but he suddenly disappeared.

I got the clue, what my mind was upto.It was reminding me of my biggest teacher of them all,Silence.

All others taught from books, he was the only one to teach me from my mistakes.
When all others were busy training me to earn bucks, he was busy teaching me to be myself.
When ever i was lost , he was the one who imbibed the drops of belief in me.

The world , the Songs, the dance were with me when i was so called "right"..but whenever i lost the battle..Silence was the only one with me..caring and nourishing my soul.
as though it was preparing the armours for the next battle ahead.

You forgive me,When i am most Unforgivable,
You bear me , When i am most unbearable,
You define me,When i am most undefinable,
You love me, When i am most unlovable,

Thanks for being You.

You are indeed my best teacher..

Silence you are.