MY TEACHERS

Some memories last forever. I cannot describe the blindness and anxiety that I felt when I studied in one place till the 7th standard and was transplanted to a place where I did not know anything. Until then, I was flying around like ordinary children, throwing flour, sulking and swimming in the stream, and suddenly I felt like I was taken to a prison. There are four floors and Around 2000 children are studying in that school spread around the edge of Arakkal Palace.. Deenul Islam Sabha Girls Higher Secondary School. Being a girls school and being a school under the Islamic Church, there were more than enough rules there. The uniform was similar to the dress of the nuns. It can be said to be one of the best schools in Kannur district. There is no room for any politics.

Perhaps because I studied in such a school, I have a political sense against it. The first day at school was completely dumb. My admission was in class 8E. Went to class. I was going to the back bench and the class teacher took me to the front bench. As usual my short stature put me ahead there too. I really disliked teacher Sindhu at that time.

But when the teacher started talking, the teacher really impressed me. The teacher's subject was English. It was only after the interval that I realized a big problem. Arabic has been taken as the second language instead of Malayalam. It is the stuff that I learned when I went to the mosque till the fourth grade and after that it has nothing much to do with the Arabic language. No one in the house knows how to read Arabic. The state of getting under the head.

Teacher coming to arabic class and taking the class, nothing crossed my mind. Arabic teacher almost asked in Arabic seeing my stupid posture. I didn't say anything. When asked again, I stopped and cried. Immediately Arabic teacher came and inquired about the matter. Teacher did not say anything when I said that I do not know Arabic and I prefer Malayalam. After some time my class teacher Sindhu teacher called me and went to the office room. Told the headmaster.

It was a mistake at the time of enrolling Dad in school. Presently, Malayalam class is full (8A) and if there is any vacancy, I will tell you. The headmaster also said that you should study in this class until it is available. There are at least 50 children in a class and yet there are divisions up to J and K. That was his condition. He came back to class. Mathematics was the favorite subject. Therefore, Sushma, who is calculating, also got along well with the teacher.

Then I fought with an unknown Arab for 10 days and passed away. One day Sindhu's teacher came and said to sit in Malayalam class from tomorrow. That there is one less. It felt like heaven. Like a light entering a dark cave. The teacher liked me a lot because I was a good student. I felt bad to leave the teacher. The teacher asked me if you go to that class will you forget all of us...

I went to Malayalam class the next morning. New friends.. New classroom. The introduction was over and the

Later, Jyoti was the teacher herself. Even though she was not the class teacher, I felt a lot of love, respect and closeness to the teacher. It was time to study singing. I could not attend any of the Saturday special classes. The teacher took me to a different class. As a punishment for not coming to the special class and going to the song class, she used to sing a kirtan with me in every class.

Later, Jyoti was the teacher herself. Even though she was not the class teacher, I felt a lot of love, respect and closeness to the teacher. It was time to study singing. I could not attend any of the Saturday special classes. The teacher took me to a different class. As a punishment for not coming to the special class and going to the song class, she used to sing a kirtan with me in every class.

Shamna, who studies better than me, and Nazia, who never gets rid of doubts no matter how much she studies, are my companions. Vijayan who took Malayalam class in 10th. My marks for one exam were nine out of twenty five. Fourteen for the topper in the class. When I looked, Vijayan master had written the correct answer to a question. But no mark is given.

Master also took the paper and showed it. When I said that there was no mark for the question , he replied yes, and put a big zero there.. The whole class burst into laughter. I have so many good memories of my school... Passed 10th standard with high marks...

Sindhu teacher... Sushma teacher.... Jyoti teacher..... Ramani teacher.. and Miss Sheena who took English class for me in higher secondary... all of them were the best... my favorite. My higher secondary principle called me scholarship because I received many scholarships at the same time.

On this teacher's day, I went to school and met teacher Jyoti.. I and the teacher were very happy. As soon as she saw it, the teacher asked me that.. she remembered going to the singing class without coming to the special class... Everything is remembered like yesterday