The little angels....my world

My first day in school…. No, not as a student, as a teacher. As soon as I entered the classroom, I was greeted “good morning sir” by all the students of the class. It was a surprise for me. After the official works, I looked at them. All the little eager eyes were on me!! Staring at me as I was an alien coming from another planet. To tell you the truth, I felt very nervous as I had no previous experience of teaching at all. So I introduced myself to them and asked their names. It was a mechanical experience. So in short it was my first day. For first few days I did nothing but watching the other teachers teaching and checking their handwriting copies. Then suddenly oneday I had to face the toughest day in my life. Guess what… yes, I was alone in the school with all the students. Nightmare, that’s it in a single word. No one listening to me. Complains after complains…………, noise everything you don’t really want in a class room situation! That’s the day I felt I am wrong somewhere and I must find it out for at least my own shake. So after the Tiffin break I called everyone. And made an announcement, please don’t treat me as a teacher, treat me as a friend. So little children will you accept my friendship pls. Pin drop silence for a minute, then a after little discussion a little girl from class 3 came to me and spread her hand before me. We shook hands and the whole class followed her. That was the day I realized how lucky I am to be among these sweet children. Then days passed and I came closer and closer to my little friends. It was my birthday 10^th august so I gifted each of them a pen. They were surprised, and when I told them the reason, their reaction surprised me!!!! They said it’s totally unfair sir, it’s ur birthday so we should give you gifts. The next day after the school some students asked me to stay. Then one of them gave me a small cake and also a spoon(substitute for a knife). And requested me to celebrate the occasion. Well, I had to do this. And truly it was the best birthday celebration for me ever. I felt so good and at the same time I asked myself repeatedly, am I doing full justice to my duty? Unfortunately my dear friends, every time the answer was" NO, you can do better". Then suddenly one day a little student of class 1 asked me after school “sir, I am going home today in the path you go. Please let me carry your bag!!!!!!!!” There is a shortcut by which he reaches home in just two minutes but he will go with me in a longer path just for a 3 min walk with me!!!!!!! And after just 3-4 days another 8-10 kids followed him. Now at 3.30 if you go to my school you will find me walking to bus stand surrounded by atleast 6-7 children!!!! Sometimes I think it would have been better if I had 10 hands, because all of them want to hold my hand. So I had been forced to make a routine for them. Like Monday saurav & sangeeta, Tuesday shilpee & koushik. Etc. sometimes I feel they are my teachers and I am an obliged students just carrying out their orders. For example, on teachers day I gave them a dairy milk each. They also gifted me 17 pens and chocolates (chocolates were only for me and not for other teachers may be they considers me a kid like them) which are kept very care fully. And I have decided to keep those pens as I got it without using those as those are very special for me. So what I was telling that, they got angry and told me, sir you shouldn’t waste your money like this. One alpenlibe could have been enough for us!!!!!!!!!. After that day whenever I tried to give them chocolates they have refused firmly. As they think that I am wasting my money. They always give me inputs like It’s time for a haircut sir, or sir u r growing fat day by day, why don’t you do some exercise in the morning. And many more. They got my phone number and keeps me calling. I received so many phone calls while I was on election duty as a D.O. One-day even I got a sms. They all love me so much. Whenever they see me entering the school, they run to me and holds my hand. Believe me my friends, it feels like heaven. Once I explained to them how to write a letter, and asked them to write a letter to their friend. You know what they did? All of them wrote the letter addressing me to come to their Durgapuja. I couldn’t hurt them and went there for an hour in nabami. It was a unforgettable memory. Whatever there are so many moments to cherish. I have told you only few of them. I must confess that I am not at all a very good teacher. But I am trying my best to be that to return at least something to those little angles who have changed my life.