What you think about the title? Strange enough? A title that fits perfectly? Well it’s with you.
Hah…!!! Its been quite a long gap I took a start to write this blog. Yes, I was engaged with more of the social external factors (you all have that I know like family, work, party etc) that gave a retract from my Passion. But I said the word Passion, which means still it’s there. Can’t be relinquished easily, so here I am…
What makes me to think the title as “A second language become first”? Any guesses? Well you know we all studied a second language which we prefer to be an additional skill. The interesting fact is that this you will realize only when you have completed your schooling. Fortunately you will have time to think of that, but unfortunately no time to nourish it! Yes folks, I mean it.
Knowing an extra language is like knowing people of different culture, thoughts, views etc. Trust me!!! This will help you to make your mind to act the way how you can blend yourself into a friendly relation (this is how I am with everyone) with your peers in working environment. Wow wow wow! hold on… where I am taking you? Please be sure that I am not going to talk on the trendy gossips of linguistic people. To be precise this is about “My Hindi Teacher” – Suguna Bhai.
From my 1st standard I choose Hindi as my second language. And you know why? My dear parents are not from Tamil Nadu their ethnicity from Kerala. The reason I feel not to make me to take Tamil may be they found no time to get into trouble in teaching me Tamil – Ha ha ha …! I still remember some of my sweetest memories from our school (Of-course RMHS) and with our dear Suguna teacher. When the 3rd bell rings we need to take our Hindi belonging and march towards Hindi room (believe me this should happen very soon hence to utilize time indeed) She was way very pretty in my childish eyes as she wears “Chudi” (Indian Clothing – more details google lol) and due course we love to be along with her as she perfumes herself every day. Unlike a fearful step we would take with other teacher(s) she is way comfort in all means.
There is an instance were everyone remembers Me (Rajesh) in my Hindi class. It was in 8th standard, when teacher asked me to read one Doha- दोहा (Couplet) in Hindi. But before that I would like to tell one very important secret of mine. I was born as a stammerer! This was so awkward in my life which creeps many of my potential qualities to be buried, and in a due course I found many other fields were I can shine myself, but still this was there undone.
So the situation is this that am in shit out of fear literally! Usually I use to try some tactics but that was not my day. Perhaps it was like I screwed myself. I walked erect holding the book stiff enough and head thrust outside from my bench to the front of the class. I pretend that I am confident enough to read it loud and pronounce it correctly. So my tactic is to murmur the name of the Doha- दोहा (Couplet) from the time I stand from the bench and walking to the class front(I have starting problem folks). It was working well when I was very near to the position to turn around but the sullen frightful atmosphere makes the scenario a biggest flop ever!
“I started reading the name of the Doha- दोहा (Couplet) before I face around the class!!!”
Everyone laughed. It was green enough to make me cold 😦
I would say aftermath : I take this as an advantage and presented myself to Suguna Teacher in the very afternoon of that day and told everything which I felt and she started liking me much more than before. She told that she wants to meet my mom. This time I was having no fear to take my mom to visit Hindi teacher. I was in pride without any reason. And mom was just hugging me on hearing comments from Hindi teacher – Suguna Bhai. The trust and the love and the reverence carved in my heart and makes me to visit her often times and still now.
Isn’t the picture speaks about love and care of a teacher and a respect and proud of the student(s)? (Perhaps I may be so much crazy about my school and teachers). Right most top one was my friend Malcom Arun (Bangalore) and down is my sister Sajana Abhilash (Manakodi, Kerala)
Yes!!! She was asking me why I didn’t called her in days and she asked me to confirm whether I have her contact number or not. I was just laughing and can’t able to lay myself on this Holy Earth!
There are lot of things I would like share but not here in this post and not today! Its not because that I don’t have much, but its because I would like to keep you all engage in viewing this blog and more importantly I would like to visit the school and see my Hindi teacher to post some more!
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