Numerous people walk into our lives everyday. Some stay, some walk away. There is one person who didn’t get a time to stay for a long time in my life. We barely knew each other for a year. That person now lives in another corner of the world, we haven’t seen each other in ages and only catch up once in a while. But that person still continues to be a source of amazing love and strength.
We sat quietly inside the class, pretending to be all innocent, when we were just waiting for the bomb in the boy’s toilet to blow off and the sound to resonate around the whole school. Bomb was one our new favourite pranks, cockroaches in the purse, bicycle-dominoes were all passe. At 14, me and my gang would have done anything for cheap thrills.
We had placed the bomb in the boy’s toilet with utmost caution. But what we didn’t take into account was that the toilets would still be visited by those in urgent need for its use. We were caught and summoned into the senior teachers cabin the next day, only to be told that had the bomb gone off a little sooner, a junior kid would have hurt himself.
“Why do you behave like this? You are all such good students, good in sports, studies and all. This is your last warning…”, the senior teacher was livid. We gave each other the look. Had things ended over there, she would have been the next target of our prank.
Just then our favourite teacher interrupted, “You all are cute with your pranks. How do you even come up with all those pranks? But you know, if you hurt people with those pranks, who would appreciate the fun side of it. Be naughty, but don’t be a trouble to anyone. You wouldn’t have wanted the kid to get hurt. You would be nice from now on, wouldn’t you?” It was probably the way she said it, or the way she always treated us so nice, but we never pulled the bomb, cockroach or the bicycle-domino prank ever again.
Chaitali, my favourite teacher till date, was probably my favourite for more than one reasons. She was young and vibrant, always pushing herself and others to the limit to get things done. She had a charm and a presence. And she thought I had all that too. Saving me from the wrath of senior teachers, patting my back or just being generous with the love and attention, there was no reason I wouldn’t adore her back with equal zeal.
At times, her love for some of us seemed visibly biased. She would give us more personal attention during the classes, we were her first choice for any assignment. Other students were obviously not pleased. We were, it is great to be at the receiving end of partiality. Sometimes we wondered why she loved us so. But we didn’t spend much time thinking, and loved her back like she did. For us, she was like a part of the gang. We loved her, respected her and still carry a lot of her with us everyday.
Our mutual admiration society was soon to be dissolved when she was to move after her marriage the very next year. I dragged my mother to take me to the other end of the town in heavy rains to attend her wedding reception. She was a sight in her bridal outfit. She pulled her husband aside from a conversation to introduce him to me, “She is Sayali. She is my favourite student. Very naughty. But very talented…” I had the biggest smile on my face. I was going to miss her a lot…
All these years down the line, the prankster has faded away. She now lives a whole new life in London with her family. All things have changed. Except a few.
I found her on Facebook after all these years. I logged in to find her comments on my photos, “My beautiful girl. You haven’t changed at all in all these years. I am very proud of you. Love to my favourite student <3” I had the big smile on my face again. After all these years, she still made me feel as special as she did back then. I miss her…
Posted on September 11, 2011, in happiness, Kindness, Life, Life-lesson, Love, People, Uncategorized, Work and tagged favourite, love, smiles, Student, techer, unconditional love. Bookmark the permalink. 38 Comments.