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An Ode to the Best Teacher, Mrs. Narayanan…For Believing in Me

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Mrs. Narayanan did it again.This poem won the first prize.

English was always my favorite subject in school. I loved the elegant English teachers with their straight-backed posture, top knots and their starched saris. There was something about the way they carried themselves that each one of us in the Elite private school for girls’ wanted to be like them. As difficult it is to choose amongst my teachers (fortunately, I was blessed with a few), if a choice has to be made, then the best one must be the teacher who changed my life. The poem below is an ode to my Math teacher, Mrs. Narayanan, who taught me for a year but changed my life, forever. She taught me for a year after which we moved countries. I went on to choose higher Math in college. From getting a red line in my report card in grade 7 to taking up a career which dealt a lot with numbers, I was blessed to have got a teacher like her. I never met her again after grade 8 but I’ve thought of her often and whenever anybody tells me I’m good at Math, I can’t help but say, ” I was blessed. I got a good teacher.”

I had always thought of writing this poem on teacher’s day but somehow it didn’t happen. When ALS society published this week’s topic “My best teacher,” there was no reason to dilly-dally anymore.

Literature and poetry my all-time favorite,

Math a challenge, got me irate,

“Poor thing,” they said, “She just doesn’t get it.”

“How dreadful!” my doting parents, were in a fit…

Percentages, relative speed, ratios and proportions,

Throwing me in a tizzy- probabilities, decimals and fractions…

“Story-telling’s hardly a profession!” I saw them worry

Dejected, disheartened, my future nailed, ‘dull and bleary.’

Then one day, an angel walked into my life,

And saw my doubt, my confusion and my internal strife,

She looked me in the eye and questioned with authority,

No condescending sympathy I saw, but trust in ability,

No question too small, no doubt too ‘stupid’,

Not for her was I the ‘Not-so-bright’ kid,

Patient yet stern, she made my goal clear-

Restoring my confidence, banishing my fear…

Of all my teachers, I could never forget,

She, who changed my life and did not let-

The past knock me down and get in my way-

To her I shall forever be thankful today and everyday.

For helping me dream… dreams that I once kept at bay.

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18 Comments »

    • Thank you so much. Your comment is truly satisfying. That the poem brought back memories of that great soul who moulded you makes me happy. 🙏Thank you again for sharing how you felt.😊

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  1. The way you portrayed your teacher reminded me of my english teacher, she has had a huge impact on my personality… I’m grateful to her!
    This was such a wonderful read!☺️

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    • Welcome back Preeti😊 How have you been? God bless all the ‘good’ teachers.😊. Those who get them are blessed. I’m happy to know you were able to relate to the poem. You were lucky!

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      • Hi Smitha, I’m doing fine thank you… How ru? And hows the changes in life going?
        Yup, I was lucky! I did get come across teachers who helped me with academic as well as personally building my confidence and teaching me lessons of life. 🙂 I did get a Math teacher who treated few students as a friend and I was one among those. Hey thanks for bring up the good memories Smitha 🙂 ❤

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    • Really! You too with Maths😊. I can imagine how difficult it must have been. Have been through that road until Mrs. Narayanan entered the scene. She was patient, strict and a great teacher. Just wish I could tell her personally.

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  2. A lovely tribute to a great teacher, Smitha. You are very fortunate to have had a maths teacher like this. I had a wonderful English teacher who gave me a lot of interesting books to teach me to think. I too have never forgotten her.

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    • Thank you Robbie. Teachers make such a difference in one’s life. We’re so fortunate to have found such teachers. Wish people took the profession only if they were passionate rather than as a job, then we’d have so many more such teachers.

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