1.4.09

Alas they remain who they are...


Xpre$$!ons...

It was my last day in school and a thought parked mulishly in my mind— disquieting my farewell. Then I ask myself, what did I learn in these twelve years. Apart from the textbook knowledge that was forced upon us I learnt how to drag myself into the list of teacher’s favourite.

The mores of ‘partiality’ has been running through generations and thanks to the active participation of the teachers— sadly they don’t realise not every student is genuine when they play with their words of flattery just to be in there as their favourite students. No, teachers aren’t idiots. I wouldn’t call all are ignorant of this but some really enjoy being given importance.

What happens when a teacher becomes a victim of ‘favouritism’? The students who badly require training are uncared. This results in discrepancy and discrimination among the students. And how can I forget the trend of criticism that is grinding up resulting in demoralising the slow learners. I have witnessed very few unbiased teachers in my life and miserably failed in hunting for my favourite teacher until now. I am in a journalism school and the hunt is still on and I can sense an inkling of failing all over again.

Teachers have many favourites but how many of us have our favourite teachers? I am talking in the milieu of a guru who is unbiased and fair. Have you ever been part of this partiality ambush?

I now keep brooding on how whom I considered as my favourite teachers was biased to me and how she/he unsighted the ones who desperately needed her support. They never came up to the teachers to change their mindsets, as they are convinced that these teachers have no soft corner for them. Hence they learn what they are taught and take all the shit that comes their way. And alas they remain who they are…