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The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind ~ Kahlil Gibran
And then you enter the wonderful world of explorations and revelations . The teacher then is simply an unobtrusive torchbearer that takes you to the realm of light.
For me, as perhaps for everybody education began at home. One's parents, the great teachers, initiate you to this world and instill in you the value system that you carry all through your life.Until I grew up I didnt realise what a wonderful set of parents I had as teachers.They taught me what it means to be rooted. Moving all around the world they were never enamoured by the glitz and glamour of the western world and carried a mute pride of their 5000 year old civilisation wherever they went. We were not only taught with a pen but with personal examples.
There are fond memories of some great teachers at school and college.Notable among them was our Hindi teacher who always used to tell us not to be too impressed with our test marks because those are not important. The marks that are important, he propounded are the ones that we get in the acid test of life. How very true ! My Economics teacher was another great one who instilled so much interest in the subject that I pursued it till my Masters.
Then there is life itself. The greatest teacher of all. Its methods are unpredictable and unfathomable. The people the happening the twists and the turns all teach us something everyday.
Today as I stand on the other side, facing the expectant hopeful eyes of those innocents I ask myself , "Will I be able to live upto the standards set by my parents and my teachers."
My answer ,"Am trying."
Revelation
Shifting to a new house should be painful with the memories of old house haunting you. Afterall six years is a long period of time. So many events took place in that house. But strangely enough I dont feel any pang of separation. I shudder. Has the time hardened me? Have I become totally insensitive? Or its the beauty of the new house that has enamoured me. But I have never been the one to be enamoured by physical beauty.Well of course the lush green view from the bedroom is superb, the quiet roof an ideal place to take a few quick rounds and the sprawling balcony tempting enough to plant the beauties I have always wanted.But are these reasons enough to cut myself off entirely from a place where I spent six long years of my life? Am sad.
The Dove comes fluttering, "Mamma you are just too much...You are just three much.."
In the background I hear,"Anju, you are just incorrigible."
Revelation. And my lips dance with a smile. But of course how can I miss a structure of concrete when I am thankfully enveloped in the security of what I value the most in life. Wherever we maybe. Togetherness is springtime. Its home.
I am at peace now. Rather thankful. Welcome myself to a new house and my very own home.
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