The Art and Beauty of Teachers

                                            The Art and Beauty of Teachers! <3 

Ft. My Panic Attacks 

 I know it was a mess in the previous blog! I can’t help it. That was purely unintentional.

 I have loved teachers since pre-kg. There is something hidden in every one of them. Some may have unbearable pain inside, and few may have regression about their things and very many out of many face family or peer pressure issues. It’s not the common thing! Absolutely not! Despite facing these things, they still adore us and have patience within them to make our lives even better with their whole heart.

 The previous blog was just a thing, and it wasn’t the negative cuz, that was the time when I mix personal and professional in the same gig! Let me share my insights in descending order! 

 So, there was a phase when I used to face mere Panic Attacks because of my loved ones and because of them whom I cared for and fought against everything. 

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 It was my 3rd Panic Attack, and I ran upstairs, to the top of the floor, breathing heavily, and screaming (PS: This doesn’t mean I am mentally unstable, it’s just for the time not every time). I didn’t know there was an exam being conducted in that department. Suddenly I heard a voice, it was some male faculty, he was like “Are you okay? Do you need something?” I was like “No, I am fine, I just need fresh air… blah blah blah…” Trying to cover myself up! 

                                       

 Later, when the sir left, I closed my eyes and was practising those breathing exercises and there was a sweet voice of a female faculty saying, “Hey Dear, what happened??” I was like “Nothing, I feel nauseous…” and all stuff. Mam was like, “If you need anything just let me know or go and take a rest in the sick room.” I am completely afraid of that closed sick room as if I am a regular student there (PS: I am not, LOL!). Indeed, Mam even suggested to me that I get permission from our respected HOD sir to leave for home. Such a sweet person she was. I wish at least I could have remembered their faces, but my blurry-watery eyes didn’t make me do that. I was a bit afraid then. Later I wrote a letter and went for the signature. Sir was like “Aren’t you feeling well?” I just nodded my head, and he signed the letter without even saying a word. Such people do exist Bruh!!! I didn’t expect that from everyone! I heartfully thank every teacher who made me brighten up my things during those days! At that time, I called my brother (The real Kanna) immediately to pick me up, but he didn’t! That was quite a disappointment for me at that time. So, I took a bus and reached home. This was just an episode in my Panic Attack Series! 

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 So, let’s dive into the time machine a few months ago… We were in our 3rd Semester, obviously starting our 2nd year of Btech! The pride of becoming Senior and all the stuff. That was the time when we started the actual Coding! So, new faculty faces and new stuff. Of course, we were nervous even.

                                                     

 Then a female teacher who exuded confidence, warmth in her way, and empathy in her interactions joined us that semester. She reminded me of my Mom, I mean the way she interacts. Fortunately, she was our class teacher too… It was easy for us to share our insights and be comfortable in classes. Huh! It was my 1st Panic attack I guess; I ran to bus number 35 to meet Navya (Our blog Lead guys!). I was crying and crying in her arms. A few seconds later I heard Mam’s(I didn’t know they both travelled on the same bus) voice asking about what happened to me. I wanted to reply “Yeh mera roz ka hai” (I am habituated to this). I replied, “It was just a family problem” Meanwhile the problem looking at me: Itna bhi nahi bolna chahiye tha behen (Shouldn’t have said that…, Sis). Yeah, that was my 1st one because I caught my Flame betrayed me for the first time. Later I had the audacity to face his Toxicity, that’s another thing! (I am completely out of that toxicity for now, and trying to move forward). So, speaking about Mam, the way she tried to comfort me, yeah, I still remember those moments just to make me feel good!

 See, many people go through many things. But when you are surrounded by the right learners and the right teachers, it’s never difficult to overcome them. As I said, I am proud to be surrounded by such great teachers. If they didn’t control me at that instant, I wouldn’t have survived till now! Shukriya Jii! 

 Many students just troll those teachers’ things say bad words or something else. But I have never done that (PS: not self-appraising me, just saying). Not just because I was raised in the whole teacher’s family but it’s to respect their journey. Now, no one did a Ph.D. to get trolled, right?

                                          

 To the students who are reading this, if you can read this and can understand, remember it’s only because of your teacher! 

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 We used to pray this every morning during our school times:

                              

  Translation: 

 The teacher is Brahma (the creator), 

 The teacher is Vishnu (the preserver), 

 The teacher is Shiva (the destroyer),

 Indeed, the teacher is the ultimate Brahman (the supreme reality), 

 Salutations to that glorious teacher. 

 I was always a special daughter-son to my parents. It feels so great until your Botany lecturer mom beats you up for not doing Maths!! I felt so pity about it. But it was for me. So, I took it for granted. That was never an issue! Yes, Never Ever!! 

 Conclusion:

 I don't know why, but I consider my ‘situationships’ as ‘things’ cuz, either I want to keep them as a memory or throw them away!! 

 A Very Special Thanks to my current Cherished Mentor, for guiding us in all the best ways he could and supporting us to succeed forward. <3 

 Also, Special Thanks to my friend who suggested me throw my phone away and spend some time with my family and now I am going out for Lunch with them. That’s a wrap. See ya!