Raisin

 In last week,I have started the topic--Tribute to teachers. But,as in my life,I met many too good teachers,I must continue the topic. Till, we were learning in tenth class, sometimes, we all students from my class, were insisting our some specific teachers to relieve us for playing on ground or for telling us any story in the period. And the teachers were indulging it. When I was learning in eighth class, my father was our class-teacher. In the beginning of the year, I was in tension that if my father would punish the students in my class, those students would take revenge on me. But, such never happened. My father never punished us, and he became their favourite teacher. At that time I realised that the students in our whole school, were honouring my father not because of fear, but to show the respect towards him.             When I was learning in the tenth class, there was Kotwal madam to teach us Sanskrit. She was of so nice nature and she mixed with me and my friends as i

           In everyone's life, after parents, the teachers have an important role. Generally, for discipline and for the compulsion of study, in childhood, none likes school nor study. Again, before fifty years,the schools and the study was not at all attractive like today. Yet, in such days, in my whole academic life, I met many loving teachers. Perhaps, I was good in study,so, even in my primary school also our teachers never punished me.In first and second class, Wani madam was our teacher and I and my friends used to go to our madam’s house to play. So we never feared about her. This is true that she also behaved very lovingly and softly with me. Infact, till fourth class, I was not aware about my first number in class. In those days, only Z.P.’s primary school was available in our town. So there were no awards for the first number in class. But afterward, when I became grown up, my mother told me about my first number.        In fifth class, I entered in high- school. In

  I suppose myself very lucky, because I got so good and generous father-in- law. He, really gave me support like my father. 40 years ago, this man of previous generation, encouraged me for more education and for my carrier. In Fact I was graduate at the time of my marriage,and according to the customs of that period, it was prestigious for the family, and after marriage, in every in-law family, it was expected that after marriage, the lady must give preference to the households and not to carrier. In such circumstances, he told me that I must take more education and start some honourable job, as I was scholar in my academic life. At the same time, he didn't compel me to choose any specific carrier. When I decided to take degree in law, he was happy. By chance, my guide in that field, was his friend.          He also admired my cooking. On every festival, our family was joint family. And after gent’s  dinner, when we all ladies in family,took dinner, as a head of family, he al

In everyone's life, there is an important place for parents. I don't know, whether this is everyone's experience or not, but in my life, in my old age,I am feeling very much sad for their non-existent. In fact, they gave me full quota of all virtues to face all problems in life alone. Yet, for mental support and encouragement, I miss them. My father taught me that we must keep the word and the time, promised by us to anyone else. And this principle pulled success in my life in every field. My father was a teacher and yet he never compelled me to study for hours and hours, nor he placed load on me for first number in class nor for persentages in any exam. In my college life, he showed full confidence on me, and in the whole life, he was my best supporter and best advisor. I could discuss my all problems with him. He was famous for discipline, but I never felt his discipline as troublesome. On my every success, his admiration for me, reflected in his eyes and through his wo