A turning point in my school life!
walked fast; no I was virtually running, aiming at Sunitha teacher’s house. I kept my SSLC mark sheet indicating full A+ proudly in my hand. I thought I should inform her at first this good news. In fact Sunitha teacher was not merely a teacher for me but some one more than that. She was my mentor, my guide and a truefriend. But how did all this happen? That incident which transformed my life is still fresh in my mind! It was almost two years ago when I was in class VIII (A). An incident which happened during the annual exam opened a new leaf in my life. Though I was not a dull student I had prepared very badly for the exam. I played throughout the day during study leave. Finally, passing the exam was a matter of pride therefore I decided to copy. I got a ‘bad advice’ from a rickshaw puller who instigated me to copy in the exam. I prepared the answers and hid them in a bandage on my left arm. The trick on the first
exam was successful. Before reaching home I removed the bandage and heaved a sigh of relief. In the evening, I went to town with my mother. As we were about to board a town bus, I saw Sunitha teacher in front of the medical shop. I was scared and tried to hide my left arm. “Is she looking
at me?” I asked myself. Somehow I managed to board the bus and escape. On the second day of exam too I decided to repeat the same trick. I entered the exam hall with a bandage on my left arm. When Sunitha teacher came for supervision I was a little frightened. I tried to be very normal and concentrated on writing. But the moment I took the ‘answer paper’ my hand started shivering. Sunitha teacher looked at me suspiciously. “I think she is observing my bandaged arm”, I told myself. Ultimately my copying failed and I was dumbfounded. After the exam, Sunitha teacher came to me and caught my arm. She removed the bandage and I couldn’t say anything. I was very ashamed of what I had done... At first she scolded me very harshly and then slowly her words turned soft and sad. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I looked at her face. It seemed that she was also almost in tears. I couldn’t control myself and I heard her words with a lot of emotion. “My dear student, you are like my own son, you know why? I lost my son a year ago, he was of your age; had he been alive my son would have been like you”, I heard her trembling voice overwhelmed with emotions. I touched her feet crying louder. “I wanted to make you realize your mistake; you are a very good student. If you study well you can bring laurels to our school”, She consoled me by patting on my shoulder. I promised her not to copy again and to be sincere and honest. Next year in the school I was a totally different student. I performed well in all class tests and never missed any special class. I played only in the sports period and for limited hours in the evening. Sunitha teacher noticed the transformation in my behavior. She helped me a lot in studies. I stood first in the class. She came to my house in the evening with a gift and appreciated me. Thus Sunitha teacher became my friend and a source of inspiration. But within a few months there appeared some changes in her appearance. She avoided my questions related to her health. Many days she was on leave. Slowly the news spread that Sunitha teacher was suffering from cancer. I visited her at the hospital and at home many times with my parents. Once she held my hands and said, “My son, study well, I want to see you as the most successful student that I have ever had.” Her words brought tears to my eyes. Today, who else would be happier than my teacher at my success? A few drops of tears fell from my eyes on the mark list. I sat on her bed. I showed her the A+ mark list to her. Her face glowed. She patted me with her shivering hand and uttered vaguely, “Congratulations, wish you all the best.”