Since it is "Teacher's day", I would like to share my experience. (maybe i told this before)

Among the 3 schools i studied in, one was a Kendriya Vidyalaya in a Telugu state.

Was always the guy who spoke in English and refused to speak in indhee.

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Was also the guy who forcefully argued on "Hindi day" why it should not be our national language. For obvious reasons never won the first prize on that day in the debating competition.

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In 10th standard was a back bencher. Used to have indhee classes just after lunch. If i remember rightly it was 2 continuous periods.
Would nearly fall asleep. (why the hell should i bother what someone called Kabir wrote long back ?)

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My Hindi teacher would have none of it. One day she said "Hanumantha Rao, from today you sit in the first bench opposite to me". She was actually the first teacher in my life to address me with that name. Everyone uses the convenient 'Murari' part of my name.

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And then it began. I always had a fascination with poetry. Everyone knew they anything to do with English poetry/literature, i was the guy to talk to.
This lady tapped into that.

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*that
Anyway it began with her explaining the Ramacharitmanas snippets we had in our texts.
Wasn't very happy with the fact that she used to make me read them aloud standing in the class.
(i love to sleep you see)

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Guess it took me a month to truly understand what she was trying to explain. (i was already fluent in the basic speaking part of everyday Hindi)
Am still not a person who can read RamachaitraManas and understand in totality.
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But what my teacher explained in poetical terms of the text, there was something which made me appreciate or try to understand her efforts in making me do so.
To cut a long story short, i actually began to show interest in it.
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The irony !
It took Shri Rama's story, for me, an indhee baiter to appreciate Hindi !
Anyway my teacher changed me so much, i would look to impress her by reciting from rote or explain my understanding of what she taught.

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And just a month ago i used to hate her and the language.

A diminutive Oriya lady called UmaKumari. (obviously will not reveal her full name)
Among the many great teachers i've had, she remains in my memory.
This thread is for her. 🙏

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