My love to History grew due to the way Fr.Clarence, the vice-principal of St.Josephs College and Prof.B.J.Mathews taught the subject. Dr.Latha's Economics classes were very much eagerly looked forward. Many many such great personalities have spent their valuable time on me. I owe it all to you. Many many thanks to all of you. God keep you well and happy. The teacher may not remember the student, but the student cannot forget the teacher.
HAPPY TEACHERS DAY.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR NOBLE SERVICE TO THE WORLD.

Teacher's Day reminds us of our teachers. All of us have had the blessed opportunity of having been taught by teachers. Yes, there are also some among us who have not been fortunate enough to step into a school. The moment we speak of teachers, our school comes to our mind, though there are many teachers whom we meet in life's journey such as the college and university teacher, our tuition teacher, our dance and music teacher, the teacher in the computer institute, the teacher who stays in our neighbourhood, the teacher who teaches us about our religion and traditions and so on. God is a Teacher. One of the common prayers that has inspired me at all times is the very common Asatoma Satgamaya. One of my teachers in school taught this to our class way back in my primary school. Tvameva maata cha pita tvameva.... was the next prayer that Bhanumathi ma'am taught us in Class Five. Then followed the compulsory singing of Vandemataram and Sare Jahan se Acha. I feel proud to pray these prayers and sing these holy songs today. Teachers have moulded and motivated us. I remember my language teachers of school, who were simply the best in Kannada and Hindi, not to mention English. We owe it to all of you, dear ma'ams. Maths, the most dreaded of the lot became more confusing and scary, more so due to the way the teacher looked at us, with her gory expression. But, that look forced me to spend some more time with it and I could manage to do a good job, not out of love for the subject, but out of my fear of the teachers scolding. Though P.T was eagerly looked forward to, sir was strict. Punishments were severe for not marching properly, playing it rough while in hockey or football, forgetting your hockey stick for PT class.
Time flies and how....
Julius Caesar, the play, was reborn and he still lives in me, when i remember our college principal reading it out in classical theatre language during our degree classes.