By Rashmi Dhongade
Thank you google, for collaborating with me on my studies and assignments.
If it wasn't for you, passing would have been just inspired by my star's alignments.
Thank you for training us to type while looking at our screens.
While there was so little of what you taught, we couldn't figure out what it actually means.
Yet, we still owe it to you for our 23.59s submissions.
We will forgive your betrayal for us proving our teacher's accusations.
Wish you had the "pay more attention on the screen" feature.
But thank you for being our 2-hour teacher,
Thank you to the one who let us steal their notes for a week and not complain.
For completing the project late with and taking up the blame.
Thank you for pulling off an all-nighter together the day before those exams,
Patiently teaching me, how it's not ml but grams.
And meanwhile 'Tension Mat le, Tera Bhai sikha dega' became standard procedure.
So Thank you for being our all-nighter alarm and a 2-day teacher,
But we all grew up with 'This is not a fish market' to 'I need pin drop silence here'
A stroll in the class with a long stick in his hand we would always fear.
So, here's to them
To the ones whose coats were painted in chalk dust,
To the ones who never let our brains rust,
To the ones who brought upon us doom with surprise tests,
And invited our parents on the result day as guests.
The one who had a funny accent we would always mimic,
The one whose lecture always felt like a vintage gimmick.
The ones from whom we could never hide, he was such a Walker,
Long routes back to the classrooms often failed because of that one Corridor Stalker.
To the ones, who had to put on 6 improv shows a day, where the audience talks and constantly interrupts him, but still, worries about the audience passing a test they definitely didn't study for.
And at the end of the semester would still, grind with us every day, like we are preparing for war.
To the ones with a superpower of fitting 60 students in a classroom simultaneously keeping them 6 feet apart at all times.
To the ones who found deeper and deeper meaning in the poems that neither makes sense to us nor ever rhymes.
To the ones who live in the same society as us, but we still manage to avoid getting seen by.
To the ones who set the bar as and of a teacher a little too high.
So...
Thank You for being our google preacher and for making a home as our 2-millennial teacher.
While Teacher’s Day is all about commemorating the contribution of the guiding lights of our lives in shaping and moulding us into what we are today, this lone day isn't enough. You deserve to be celebrated every day.
By Rashmi Dhongade