If anyone knows the art of moulding a soft piece of clay into something, with an identity, I would undeniably call the creator of this embodiment of values, a sculptor. They are the sculptors who are gifted with the art to fashion the clay of innocence, a child’s mind. And dutifully they have been performing the task of guides to our society, in the form of our teachers and our parents. We never know where in a blooming childs’ heart, they may make a difference, leave them with an imprint, Unforgettable, and one of the very first stepping stones of their life. Hating them for their constant admonishment. But still standing through it and implicitly looking forward to their one nod which makes the trouble worth living through.
I try remembering those initial building years of my life, where the child in me, used to idolize my nursery class teacher, and through time like any other relationship I’ve shared with my close ones, the love hate relationship between the teacher and the student continued to grow, where even after the ups and downs, the highs and lows, when we did take the first step out of our invisible protected shelters called schools into the real world, we only remembered the good moments, and how even the worst, had a reason behind them. How even that one time when I was berated for not doing my homework was for a reason. When I was apprehended for bunking my classes was for a reason. When I was detained for groping to be a part of my seniors and smoking with them, was all, for a reason. Because when I look back today and see, that how unknowingly all of those things taught me something, and how, in some miraculous way, Today they all fall into clear perspective. They all just fit. Completing the minute details of the complete picture, giving it the beauty which it lacked. May be that’s what they call wisdom, to foresee what a child will face tomorrow when they step into reality. And that is the foresight which I undeniably witnessed in all my teachers. They helped me realize and understand how the smallest of instances have a role to play, the details! In the making of an individual. In making me the Leader of myself. And the one peson who has built this path way to where I am today is my teacher. Who surfaced at different time periods in the form of my parents, my teachers in school, my subconscious. Yes, that is where I place these figures, above myself and above what I have achieved today. This day, is a tribute to these sculptors, these teachers, who have always been there, knowingly and unknowingly, making me who I am today.
