KUCH DAAG ACHHE HOTE HAIN!! :)
Don't know how but i still remember 5th september,1994. I know anyone will find it impossible to believe that i still have the memory related to an incident that happened with me when i was a 4 year old girl,when most of us have not developed the recall or even short-term memory!!
Was in junior K.G then and was totally excited about teacher's day..the reason being my cute lovely rajshree miss who pampered me in class so much! It was her simplicity that made me a fan of her in no time. Decorated a card for her myself with the almost null creative skills i had with my tiny-winy hands and told my dad to get a bunch of roses so that i could gift her on teacher's day. He got them and kept them in the glass vase on the top of our showcase. Next day while leaving for school with full of excitement of the teacher's day celebration i took the card but forgot the roses! Halfway through the stairs i realised i had forgotten the roses...started running back upstairs when my rickshawallah arrived. He started honking and shouting my name from downstairs. In the spur of excitement as well as the anxiety of the rickshawallah leaving me and going i banged the door of my house. Dad opened the door and i made a rush for the glass vase perched on the top of the showcase before dad could understand anything. But even the stool did not help the tiny me in getting to the vase...the showcase shook a bit and the glass vase fell with a bang! All the glass pieces scattered around with one of them piercing into the lateral aspect of my left knee!! Blood started trickling down my legs making my white socks red...i started crying inconsolabaly for the fact that i was hurt as well as i would be missing the celebration in school and won't be able to meet my favourite Rajashree miss!!
Dad rushed me to the hospital with the rickshawallah and informed mom about the incident. Got 7 stitches at the site of the wound and was told to immobilise the limb as the injury had just missed my knee joint. Was told to have almost a month of bedrest. The news about my injury had spread in the school through my other "riksha" friends. My dearest Rajashree miss rushed to meet me in the hospital in the evening after school! I was delighted to see her and all the pain seemed worth the effort...'cuz i finally got to meet her the same day....teacher's day!! My happiness knew no bounds! I returned home with a smiling face the next day...a month long of bedrest again meant missing studies and missing my ma'm too! But then sweet surprises followed with she coming to meet me intermittently...once a week or so...enquiring about my health and helping me with my studies...further strengthening our student-teacher relationship!
Some days before when i was telling this incident to one of my friend i realised the scar of those stitches will never go...but its a mark that makes me remember my beautiful teacher...my first teacher in my favourites list from the innocent old days...isliiye...KUCH DAAG ACHHE HOTE HAIN!!! :D :D :D
P.S: This incident is one of the instances where i discovered a sweet relationship...the student-teacher bond...there are many such more...but this one has made an unforgettable impact on me...which made my small mind gauge the gravity this relationship can have as we develop into a mature individual! So this is dedicated to all my lovely teachers who have made me the individual i am today! And of course my parents too who have and will always be my guide and light throughout my life!!
