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Endowment of perception

Aniket with his arm high up was struggling to grab his teacher’s attention. Aniket was eleven years old, brawny, well built with a smiling face accentuated by his dimpled cheek.  He was seated in the third row on the fourth bench. His teacher glanced surreptitiously from the corner of her eye but sensed that another youngster should respond to the problem. As the session ended with a clang of the bell, his teacher stared closely at the strapping boy who now appeared a lot more contented. Surges of happiness gushed within her as it struck a chord of events not many months ago. Aniket had gone astray after the demise of his mother. His father had occupied himself with the responsibility of taking care of Aniket. His own parents were alive but they cajoled him to begin life anew by walking down the aisle again so that Aniket could have a mother and the family would be entire again. Aniket’s father convened the teacher during a parent teacher meet to inquire about Aniket’s progress. The teacher uttered with a gloomy note that Aniket no longer demonstrated eagerness in participating in any of the school programmes, he preferred being on his own and was penitent. She advocated that a tangible judgment regarding Aniket’s emergent wastefulness was to be taken care of, so that they may perhaps make the child cheerful and wholehearted again. Aniket’s father divulged that his parents sought after him to remarry but he yearned to discern whether it was a prudent decision to get married again. He said a stepmother should not be disparaging the child. The teacher alleged that a stepmother needn’t be appalling as Cinderella’s step mother. She asked Aniket’s father to step forward with the nuptials. She then focussed on her modus operandi. Every day her day began with a psychotherapy session with Aniket. Aniket was desirous of a companion to open up. The teacher instigated Aniket with a positive attitude saying that his new mother would love him, bake goodies, be bothered about his studies and enroll him for his hobby classes. Aniket disbelieved but he appreciated and respected his teacher and was soon a transformed child.  He began cherishing the valuable moments with his new mother as advised by his teacher. The new mother was enthused by the child’s fondness; she began taking profound interest in the child. Today as the teacher saw the cherub, self-assured child she couldn't help approving the child who had held her due to conviction and supremacy of thought within him. The teacher incipiently awakened the trust and compelled the achievable. She was trying to heave out the Cinderella perception and create a new wave of Epiphany in children. She wished to be spectacularly successful in making her students apprehend the immensity of the mother and child bond.

It is in giving that we receive
For it is in giving that we share
And in sharing that we are happy
And our happiness stems from our care.
Shree Shivakumara Swamiji.


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  1. Unknown11 October 2013 at 01:52

    wonderful.Teaching profession being noble is proved.

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    1. Enthralling Trails- Jyothi Ramesh Pai 11 October 2013 at 02:37

      Thank you, I wanted to convey the extent to which a student loves and believes his teacher, learning a subject follows with this trust with ease

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