Usually i wont comment, but this is regarding TEACHERS so, i am saying that most of us remember school teachers because at that time our mind will absorb more as well as our teachers who made us as we are now ,loved so much and would have treated as one of their kid or so then only they can able to shower their full love and care on us that make us remember till our last breath. hats off to the teachers who made us Good (35 YRS BEFORE)and still now continuing.. i remember my SACRED HEART SCHOOL TEACHERS,ARAKKONAM 1980-87(jennifer,maria, dorothy,eve, irish,gemecili, bouna, bondu,havee(no more)arokiamary, pushpa,shanti,lorta teacher)
I still remember the first day of my school and my class teacher. Her name is Ishwari Chandwani It was in 1966 when I was admitted in Bhartiya Vidya Mandir - Gopalpuri (Kutch). On first day my father dropped me at the school and gave me some chocolates to distribute in the class. My father left me while I was busy distributing chocolates. When I started crying my class teacher took me out of the class to show me aeroplane, just to keep me busy. With time everything changed. After graduation, I was uprooted from my native place. But my school days were live in back of my mind. Some times I used to think about my class teacher. One fine morning I searched her phone number and thought of talking to her. It was hoping against a hope. My teacher picked phone, after confirming I said "Didi I am your student calling you after 46 years. Do you remember me?" To my utter surprise she said yes son I still remember you. I was speechless. I promised her and decided when ever I visit my native place, I will meet her without fail. I kept my promise. Went to see my class teacher along with my wife after over four decades. I can not describe in words the joy, happiness, love and affection.
I still remember the first day of my school and my class teacher. Her name is Ishwari Chandwani It was in 1966 when I was admitted in Bhartiya Vidya Mandir - Gopalpuri (Kutch). On first day my father dropped me at the school and gave me some chocolates to distribute in the class. My father left me while I was busy distributing chocolates. When I started crying my class teacher took me out of the class to show me aeroplane, just to keep me busy. With time everything changed. After graduation, I was uprooted from my native place. But my school days were live in back of my mind. Some times I used to think about my class teacher. One fine morning I searched her phone number and thought of talking to her. It was hoping against a hope. My teacher picked phone, after confirming I said "Didi I am your student calling you after 46 years. Do you remember me?" To my utter surprise she said yes son I still remember you. I was speechless. I promised her and decided when ever I visit my native place, I will meet her without fail. I kept my promise. Went to see my class teacher along with my wife after over four decades. I can not describe in words the joy, happiness, love and affection.
I still remember the first day of my school and my class teacher. Her name is Ishwari Chandwani It was in 1966 when I was admitted in Bhartiya Vidya Mandir - Gopalpuri (Kutch). On first day my father dropped me at the school and gave me some chocolates to distribute in the class. My father left me while I was busy distributing chocolates. When I started crying my class teacher took me out of the class to show me aeroplane, just to keep me busy. With time everything changed. After graduation, I was uprooted from my native place. But my school days were live in back of my mind. Some times I used to think about my class teacher. One fine morning I searched her phone number and thought of talking to her. It was hoping against a hope. My teacher picked phone, after confirming I said "Didi I am your student calling you after 46 years. Do you remember me?" To my utter surprise she said yes son I still remember you. I was speechless. I promised her and decided when ever I visit my native place, I will meet her without fail. I kept my promise. Went to see my class teacher along with my wife after over four decades. I can not describe in words the joy, happiness, love and affection.
I still remember the first day of my school and my class teacher. Her name is Ishwari Chandwani It was in 1966 when I was admitted in Bhartiya Vidya Mandir - Gopalpuri (Kutch). On first day my father dropped me at the school and gave me some chocolates to distribute in the class. My father left me while I was busy distributing chocolates. When I started crying my class teacher took me out of the class to show me aeroplane, just to keep me busy. With time everything changed. After graduation, I was uprooted from my native place. But my school days were live in back of my mind. Some times I used to think about my class teacher. One fine morning I searched her phone number and thought of talking to her. It was hoping against a hope. My teacher picked phone, after confirming I said "Didi I am your student calling you after 46 years. Do you remember me?" To my utter surprise she said yes son I still remember you. I was speechless. I promised her and decided when ever I visit my native place, I will meet her without fail. I kept my promise. Went to see my class teacher along with my wife after over four decades. I can not describe in words the joy, happiness, love and affection.
Its almost 50 years since I passed out of my school, Don Bosco High School, Guwahati. I still remember the fond memories of my school, particularly that of Rev. Fr. Patrick Burns, an Irishman, ho had come all the way from Ireland to educate us, build our characters & instill values in us. He was the Headmaster of our school & was our class teacher in 1967. He was like an angel who guided our lives. I still remember the day, some 5 years later in 1972 when I was passing by the corridor our Principal's office at Cotton College, Guwahati, he could recognize & embrace me with open arms. I am proud to admit that it was he who has made me what I am today. It is a pity that I could not meet him later since I had settled in Durgapur. I had been to my school in 2010 & was shocked to learn that he had breathed his last in Dublin, Ireland. May his soul rest in peace.
In our school, J.C.Mills School, Gwalior, Hardayal Singhji, and in Madhav Engineering College Gwalior-Mr. H.B.Mathur, I cannot forget. Respects & Regards to them
why most of us remember our school days teacher than university/college professors. Are we school drop outs or we all wanted love and care at early age which was provided by few nice teachers and in college days,our taste get changed and we started liking girls more than our professors??It's just a query and no intention to hurt any one...
Re: why most of us remember our school days teacher
by ragavendran krrao on Aug 29, 2013 08:20 PM
You are correct, but I have to remember my Professor Dr. Eswaran. Impressed by my performance in the entrance examination, he admitted me in the Masters program and soon after the completion of the degree, absorbed me into his research project and deputed me to the Central Electrochemical Research Institute, which then became my Alma Mater. It is 14 years and I have not chanced track. My gratitude to Prof. Eswaran
I cant forget my teacher, who was my class teacher for 4th and 5th standard in Shanthi Niketan School Viveknagar, Bangalore. Who really thought us with passion. In our class, everybody use to do their home work without fail. The reason is very simple. Who ever fail to do their home or class work, then the student need to hit the teacher with cane. This the reason everybody use be very prompt. She is a muslim. We love MISS....
