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BEST GIFT from a teacher
MY TEACHERS’ DAY STORY CONTEST
Teaching was never my choice but of and on I landed into it by chance or rather destiny to be precise. With a beginning in advertising, I later I fell on to the chair of an art teacher in a few reputed schools. Many instances I have to my credit to quote for my subject was one that pulled children towards me like a magnet. Yes, my subject was that which did not demand marks or any examination.
Every teacher would have many incidents to reveal on not one but many students. Yet some turn out to be memorable indeed. Here I would like to speak of a child who was an introvert and later grew to be one known for all the mischief around. Yet he was a special student to me who served the art department in the discipline of a captain and left a memorable track to cherish.
As an art teacher of the Primary School of The Hyderabad Public School, I run my memory down the lane to sketch thoughts of the boy called Hamza.
Calm and quiet he would sit. Though a topic was given, he would only scribble drawings of horses. Still, I remember those freehand sketches of horses running wild. Somehow this child was different I felt and hence, never forced a topic on him. He rarely mingled with other children and was more of a loner who also chose to sit separately at the dining table. His last course of meal would be a banana rolled between a bread slice. The day bread was not served he would go unsatisfied. Yes, I noticed this behavior when he was in the third standard and I was on duty at the head of the table for that year. I even noticed him snuggle for a place close to me, as he liked the subject I taught or probably I always had a good word about his horses. At the school exhibition I had, his horses displayed and even titled them as -Hamza’s horses a la Husain’s.
Years rolled by and he passed out of Primary and went into the Middle School.
After a period of nine years in the Primary, I was posted to the High School. My room was a beautiful one that was large with sprawling space around and absolutely away from the other classes. Hamza was then in the high school and I noticed him to be totally a different child. He had his own group of friends and was always a subject in the staff room for all the wrong reasons. He never attended my classes either. He was a child who would not speak loud or even talk much. Nevertheless, I did know that he was very creative. The art exhibitions were conducted on a grand scale and every year a special theme would be displayed on the podium of the large room. As such, I depended a lot on children like Hamza who were creative. To encourage him would draw dissension from my colleagues, I understood. Still, I could not let go off this child as he had a lot of potential in the subject.
Thus, I encouraged conversations with him, as he was an introvert. His interest deviated from horses to automobiles. He had a wide collection of bike drawings of which he was very possessive. I asked him for the drawings on a promise to return them safely. Reluctantly he gave them and I displayed them on a special board with catchy captions. He was very thrilled, probably by the fact that he also had a profile that attracted admiration. Slowly he started frequenting the art room to the ire of his other subject teachers. They started one up against him for bunking all their classes to be in the art room. He who otherwise jumped over the compound wall and bunked classes became a serious topic of discussion as he showed interest in art. I faced the wrath of snide remarks from his other subject teachers for encouraging a child who misbehaved with them and who was good in academics.
The issue grew worse by the day and even reached the Principal. The boy, who was already shunned for his irregularity, started misbehaving too. It reached its peak when I had to decide on the Art Captain. This was a position that did have an edge above others. Naturally, none other than Hamza was in my mind and he too began dreaming of it. I proposed his name and as expected, there was a lot of opposition though it was my discretion as the Head of the department. I stood my stand but it was indeed traumatic. Understanding my plight, Hamza requested me to reconsider my choice and wished to forego the chance. However, I was determined and saw that he served as the Art Captain.
His contribution for the department grew by the day. The theme for that year was ‘Traffic’, his pet subject. He surprised me with a real petrol tank of a bike that he specially brought for the centre arrangement on the podium. I was elated. We made an Ikebana arrangement with it that called for a lot of appreciation. It was published in the press. It was the centre of attraction and indeed a tribute to the department.
Hamza who was once branded a failure, is now in the third year of engineering at a reputed college. I am sure he will have avenues to go with his creativity. God bless him.
Hamza’s is just one story, among many under my fold. Creativity can never be compared with marks. I resigned my job and am with the Times Group reaching out to more children in my own creative way.
Not all children are gifted to score a distinction.
Yet, not all are blessed with a creative mind.
As teachers, we need to balance this equation!
Mrs. Dhaassyam Geetha Bhascker,
Teaching was never my choice but of and on I landed into it by chance or rather destiny to be precise. With a beginning in advertising, I later I fell on to the chair of an art teacher in a few reputed schools. Many instances I have to my credit to quote for my subject was one that pulled children towards me like a magnet. Yes, my subject was that which did not demand marks or any examination.
Every teacher would have many incidents to reveal on not one but many students. Yet some turn out to be memorable indeed. Here I would like to speak of a child who was an introvert and later grew to be one known for all the mischief around. Yet he was a special student to me who served the art department in the discipline of a captain and left a memorable track to cherish.
As an art teacher of the Primary School of The Hyderabad Public School, I run my memory down the lane to sketch thoughts of the boy called Hamza.
Calm and quiet he would sit. Though a topic was given, he would only scribble drawings of horses. Still, I remember those freehand sketches of horses running wild. Somehow this child was different I felt and hence, never forced a topic on him. He rarely mingled with other children and was more of a loner who also chose to sit separately at the dining table. His last course of meal would be a banana rolled between a bread slice. The day bread was not served he would go unsatisfied. Yes, I noticed this behavior when he was in the third standard and I was on duty at the head of the table for that year. I even noticed him snuggle for a place close to me, as he liked the subject I taught or probably I always had a good word about his horses. At the school exhibition I had, his horses displayed and even titled them as -Hamza’s horses a la Husain’s.
Years rolled by and he passed out of Primary and went into the Middle School.
After a period of nine years in the Primary, I was posted to the High School. My room was a beautiful one that was large with sprawling space around and absolutely away from the other classes. Hamza was then in the high school and I noticed him to be totally a different child. He had his own group of friends and was always a subject in the staff room for all the wrong reasons. He never attended my classes either. He was a child who would not speak loud or even talk much. Nevertheless, I did know that he was very creative. The art exhibitions were conducted on a grand scale and every year a special theme would be displayed on the podium of the large room. As such, I depended a lot on children like Hamza who were creative. To encourage him would draw dissension from my colleagues, I understood. Still, I could not let go off this child as he had a lot of potential in the subject.
Thus, I encouraged conversations with him, as he was an introvert. His interest deviated from horses to automobiles. He had a wide collection of bike drawings of which he was very possessive. I asked him for the drawings on a promise to return them safely. Reluctantly he gave them and I displayed them on a special board with catchy captions. He was very thrilled, probably by the fact that he also had a profile that attracted admiration. Slowly he started frequenting the art room to the ire of his other subject teachers. They started one up against him for bunking all their classes to be in the art room. He who otherwise jumped over the compound wall and bunked classes became a serious topic of discussion as he showed interest in art. I faced the wrath of snide remarks from his other subject teachers for encouraging a child who misbehaved with them and who was good in academics.
The issue grew worse by the day and even reached the Principal. The boy, who was already shunned for his irregularity, started misbehaving too. It reached its peak when I had to decide on the Art Captain. This was a position that did have an edge above others. Naturally, none other than Hamza was in my mind and he too began dreaming of it. I proposed his name and as expected, there was a lot of opposition though it was my discretion as the Head of the department. I stood my stand but it was indeed traumatic. Understanding my plight, Hamza requested me to reconsider my choice and wished to forego the chance. However, I was determined and saw that he served as the Art Captain.
His contribution for the department grew by the day. The theme for that year was ‘Traffic’, his pet subject. He surprised me with a real petrol tank of a bike that he specially brought for the centre arrangement on the podium. I was elated. We made an Ikebana arrangement with it that called for a lot of appreciation. It was published in the press. It was the centre of attraction and indeed a tribute to the department.
Hamza who was once branded a failure, is now in the third year of engineering at a reputed college. I am sure he will have avenues to go with his creativity. God bless him.
Hamza’s is just one story, among many under my fold. Creativity can never be compared with marks. I resigned my job and am with the Times Group reaching out to more children in my own creative way.
Not all children are gifted to score a distinction.
Yet, not all are blessed with a creative mind.
As teachers, we need to balance this equation!
Mrs. Dhaassyam Geetha Bhascker,
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