The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called "truth."
Jk public school is the place which is 80% responsible for what i am, my basic manners, my etiquette's, my dressing, my vision, my thinking...every tiny bit of it..dont know how much good is it or how bad it is , but am sure that no other place would have harvested me better. Teachers which i used to hate during school days, i respect them the most now !!
Every teacher there had something different for us to learn, some taught me how to be perfectly dressed, some taught what is to be like a teacher, some taught patience, some taught basic manners.., some taught how studying can be fun, some taught how to express....none of the lot was a without a lessson...!! I really miss all of them..
Specially the following teachers..
Though my whole life revolves around my school, i cant forget a teahcer from my college "Parvesha ma'am"
...she just said me one thing on the last day before she left the college.."Rahil, go ahead and give your best...dont care abt the college result...i am taking about your life"