When Journey Meant More Than Destination

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 25; the Silver Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'When Journey Meant More Than Destination'.

"So, how are you??"

"I am fine m'am. How are you?? It has been so long... I am so glad so see you here"

"Yes.. You all have grown up now. So why would you even remember us??"

"No M'am.. Its impossible to forget you... you are the best teacher I have ever had.."

"I am always thankful to you for making me what I am today...what I write, What I speak, What I understand..is all because of you.. and just you..."

"Ohhh..Ohkk...Ohkk..Now enough about me...Introduce me to your family.."

"Yeah.. I just got so excited on meeting you that I forgot to introduce you to Akhil..He is my husband.. And Akhil..thsi is Lavanya Madam, my pre-primary teacher."

"Pleasure meeting you M'am. Had heard a lot about you from Swati.. Glad to meet you."

"Mam, I want my daughter to learn from our school and specifically from you only, cos you are the best teacher...."

"Don't joke Swati... How can mam teach her??"

"Why not?? She will..."

"I am sorry to ask, but you still teach kids?? I mean after all these 30 years of teaching experience..."Akhil interupted.

"Ohh..Experience is a different thing Beta....Teaching these kids is a different experince in itself..For me what matters is the time I spend with those kids, moulding their young minds, teaching them things that would take them ahead in life....For me, what matters is not what I get, but what I give in this Journey of Teaching..."

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"Lavanya M'am is really a nice lady.. So selfless and caring.... I just can't stop thinking about her since we met in the evening"

"Yeah..that is how she is... Very few people are like her in todays time.. And now you know why I admire her so much..."

"Yeah... she is really great... you rarely come across people who value the journey more than the destination. And I am sure we can never find a better teacher for Naina...."
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Comments

aativas said…
I understand the emotions, the feelings and the thought you want to convey through this short story.

But alas, getting admission as per parents' choice is not possible now a days!!
March 5, 2012 at 11:08 PM
Miss D said…
Sweet. The gratitude showed. :)

All the best!
March 6, 2012 at 10:19 PM
Sweta said…
With teaching becoming a business its hard to find such selfless teachers...

Best of lucky for BAT !!
March 7, 2012 at 3:14 PM
D2 said…
It's only when we get such teachers in our lives that we remember and respect them so fervently. Hats off to all such people. :)
All the best for BAT.
March 9, 2012 at 12:57 PM
just another wake up call said…
teachers! most of us have memories of at-least a few of them.. good or bad! good luck for BAT
March 11, 2012 at 12:21 AM
S said…
Here after long, and another beautiful message conveyed through your story. Keep writing :)
March 15, 2012 at 2:40 PM
buckingfastard said…
haha...if teaching was abt just gaining experience and then goin for greener pastures...den I wud have been an illiterate today.

kudos to them and you to acknowledge them
April 5, 2012 at 10:32 PM
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