Thank you for never giving up on your students. The naughtiest to the slowest, the laziest to the noisiest. You were kind and compassionate, and strict when needed to be. Always encouraging, when it was needed the most. But you never broke our confidence.
Woh once-in-a-while full class ke standing punishments are actually wonderful memories now! Woh thoda daantna ya diary mein remark always worked in our favour. You helped us become better, year after year.
We understood everything in class. In the eighties and early nineties, most of our moms weren’t educated in English medium, but that wasn’t a problem. Most of us didn’t speak Marathi at home, but we did great in the language. Because class lessons and the notes written in class were enough. Concepts were clear. You went out of the way to give one-on-one attention to the students if they weren’t able to understand something… in a class of 36-42 kids!
Warna tab Google ke bina hum kya karte? I enjoyed the running races, even when I was the shortest and youngest. I enjoyed the elocution competitions, even when I was a shy kid. Most of us participated in everything without even wondering if we were good at it or not.
Because we had you, who never gave up on us.
Because you all were the best.
(Now Bangur Vidya Bhavan and Junior College)
We studied without much pressure until the boards. We played outdoors for hours after school. We lived and enjoyed our childhood.
Today, when I have a school-going kid, I realise that we were truly blessed. We didn’t spend evenings and weekends struggling with school work, extra classes or academic pressure of any kind. We finished our dabbas and that of other kids too! From mind to brain to nourishment, you had us sorted. We didn’t know it then.
The respect we have for each one of you was reflected in the reunion thirty years later.
Thank you teachers for being you.
You taught us well, everything ♥️
Anuradha Khanna
BNVB
Class of ‘93
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