I have done
it again! I have dunked all my knotty fingers in all the scrumptious pies
around me! I am nose deep in work and adore every moment!
I love to
teach, I love the language an\d I love the students whom I teach. They
fascinate me. I enjoy talking to them, listening to them and understanding them
as enthusiastic members of the human race.
For 3
months every year, I teach administrative officers at the HIPA (Haryana
Institute of Public Administration). They are mainly police officers and each
batch of officers is sharper, better read and more versatile than the other. I
am amazed at their keen sense of humour, their humility and forthrightness.
“More classes
of French? Surely not!”, I exclaimed in my last class. “You are essentially police
officers, not students of French!”
“Even
police officers have high sensibilities, ma’am!” retorted my student, IPS
officer Imran, rather dryly.
I couldn’t
hide my smile which was lurking naughtily at the corner of my mouth. I am
overjoyed as any other teacher would be. The students are thirsty! How good is
that!
Each time
that I walk into the immensely imposing auditorium, I find my group of young
officers patiently seated, waiting for their short, flat-heeled, sari-clad,
silver-haired French teacher. The sight fills me with warmth and I am ready to
do better than my best.
As I
brandish out my pen drive and try to retrieve the ppt presentations, I have eager
students and technicians at my elbow, all ready to help. I give up with a sense
of relief. My pen drive connected, I begin my lesson. In a few moments I notice
that, along with my students, I have the technicians seated at the back of the
class, intently listening to what I say!
These intelligent
officers enjoy discussing books, films, music and a host of other things. They strive
to read and speak French as smoothly as a native. I am humbled at their desire,
their effort and their gracious behaviour.
While I am
ecstatic every moment of the sixty minutes that I teach, as I pack up my
computer at the end of each class, I am left with a sense of utter confusion. Would these
sharp, witty yet polite officers who impress me each day, transform themselves
into lethargic, pot-bellied officers, slumped at their desks, all gruff and
grumpy in the years to come? I cannot visualize it, though I know of it.
In the
thorny path of life, would these starry-eyed young officers stumble and fall? How
many of them would rise from their fall? How many of them would lose themselves
on the way?
My students
are fine officers and gentlemen. If they can hold their heads high what a fear-free
nation we would live in!
I can do
little else than keep my fingers crossed.
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