Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

To my teacher with love


In every meaning that was hard to find,
In every bit that you so eloquently read,
In every thought you placed in my mind
I found which paths to forgo or gently tread.

In every battle you fought for me,
As I lost time, and time again
In every tear you cried for me,
When victory finally called my name.

There never will be another quite like you,
Who I can call by another name of pride,
Someone who completed me in every which way
It will always be you, my teacher, my guide




It takes a special kind of teacher to trust a 6 year old child ( with Selective Mutism as child psychologists call it now ) with the discipline of a 2nd Grade class when she steps out, knowing full well the child has never opened her mouth to say a word since kindergarten and as been through every kind of disciplining process since.

It takes a special kind of human being to teach an impressionable mind the importance of trust and how there may be a little spark hidden in the darkest of corners.

Ms. Fatima Joy – Ma’am since the day I found out the significance of Sept 5th, not a year has gone by that I haven’t thanked you for the kindness you showered on a very frightened little girl.

And even though we never met again after I left Mumbai, I saw your reflection in every teacher who graced my life since, through every grade level in school, through every professor in college and universities.

To all of you – a very humble THANK YOU…


Author: Yours Truly, Pritha

Professionally have I OD'd on OD ( organizational development ) for over a decade and more . Personally, I am all about making the mundane a wee bit more meaningful and of course a lot more fun in the process. In the course, of course, I very often fall flat on my face, but the joy of getting up makes it worth the "trip" ! Visit, explore, and do write back what you thought, and why you will come back again or never ever; either way I am grateful you dropped by ! Am quite a scatterbrain which is synonymous with being a Saggittarian, so don't take me too seriously; I try not to :) on most of my sensible days. On "other" days, I have more than enough very very well meaning well wishers, who do that for me and land me safely back to earth ! What would I do without them I wonder ? And then I pause, and I often ponder. For all the times I haven't let them be, How on earth would they feel, they were saner than me? Arguably and not so humbly yours... Pritha PS: And yes.. a new mom at 41 is my new identity and I am writing a new chapter with my little girl one gurgle at a time...

2 thoughts on “To my teacher with love

  1. What a beautiful tribute to ALL teachers as we celebrate Teachers’ Day in India!

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