After a long long absence i left a one liner yesterday..even though its very true that high school musical rules, i cant leave my re-appearance with a line..So I am goin to say many things which may actually be a short post..as many know i cant write long ones..
to start the list going, is the Teacher’s Day..well everyone knows on 1st Sept is Teacher’s Day in Singapore. And i got my FIRST Happy Teacher’s Day Card..hmm ok the 2nd card fr shanthi. the pic below is the cover of the card..it is so very sweet..but den its shanthi..she is always sweet..haha..it made my day..🙂
I have met many teachers in my life of 14 years of education..And of course there are some teacher’s who really touched my heart and are the reason for me wanting to be a teacher. The effort they took..and the time…and the passion they felt..and the feeling they feel that all thier students should do well…THESE gave me a sense of direction in my life..so I deciede to pay tribute to my Teachers who have touched my life in one way or another…
Starting of with my Primary school Teachers…
There is my tamil teacher Mrs Ghandi. She teaches in MJC now.. She is one good tamil teacher. The passion I feel for my language got rooted deeper because of her..
Then comes my another Tamil Teacher Mrs Kalimuthu..She taught me Tamil in Upper Primary. She did somethin when I was in primary 4 that it still makes me feel touched.. She taught primary 6 as it is thier PSLE year. And she was really busy but still she took the time to give us remedial classes coz we had streaming that year. And we were not even her class. We didnt have a proper tamil teacher tat year so she took the time after school to give us remedials.. and this she didnt have to do..it is the concern you feel for all the students regardless of whether they r in ur class or not tat really makes u a real teacher..and she is a very good teacher..
There was this teacher who didnt even teach me anything..I met her on the first day of school in primary one..My mum who didnt know english was trying to find the correct class for me..and Mrs Narayanan helped her through and me too the whole day to get adapted the environment. and she always ask me abt my well being and abt my mum after tat day..and she still remembers me to this day..and for all this she didnt teach me a single subject…
And lastly the teacher who really tried her best for us.. Mrs Lim. My form teacher when I was in pri 5 and 6. She is one very unique character. A person with will power and at the same time passion and compassion. I have never seen till now someone who is so passionate about teaching. Who worked hours and hours taking the time to put in for remedials..She is the best..and sadly no more students can meet such a magnificiant teacher. God Bless Your Soul Mrs Lim.
After primary school I went to Cedar Girls’. There I met this teacher Miss Lee. She was my sec 2 math teacher. She was doing part time degree and teaching full time. And the effort she took for us to get through our math exams..it seemed like she was more tensioned then us in clearin the paper.. and took more effort den us..
I had this teacher called Mrs Ng in my sec 2. She taught us math for half a year only. And she is a such a motivator. She doesnt scold or nag. but she make us feel that we want to do well in math. She puts the passion for the sub in us..She is teacher whom i always think of as the kindest teacher i have met in my life…
I had Miss Kumar as my lit teacher in sec 1. And i have to say she is the best lit teacher u can find. I have nth much to say abt her other then she put her heart in her teaching..
After Cedar I went to PJ. and of course there are 3 teachers there who touched my life. The first was my first 3 months class teacher. She is a very young lady. I forgot her name. But i remember her personality..there is this believe that young teachers nowadays dont feel the passion for teaching..and i feel that she was ere to prove that belief wrong..
The second teacher is my form teacher Mr Chua. He pushed us really really hard. If not for him, we wont have done as well as we have. He worked with us and he made us work. He is a teacher whom everyone should get..
And lastly is my Tamil Teacher Mr Manikam. Many have various opinions of him. But I have only one opinion of him. He is a great Teacher who wants the best for the students not only in Tamil but in also other languages, other talents and character wise. Even though he scolds alot, he always looked out for us. And if needed he will take the extra for us. He is someone who feels the passion for the people and the language. Someone whom I was very fortunate to meet in my life..
All the teachers above have touched my life and heart in one way or another. Made a difference and have taught me something about life. And may have led me to where I am now.. I want to thank all the teachers a HAPPY TEACHER’ S DAY!! Not only for the today but for all the days you have put for us so that we can be someone in the end. THANK YOU TEACHERS!!!
I went to school to see all my dear frens.. I missed them alot…not being to crap like last time..*MISS YOU GUYS ALOT AND ALOT*..and went for dinner after tat..it wasnt tat long..as we had to get home..but it was nice being together…:)
and lastly before i sign of, i received this through mail..I may have posted it before..but I arent very sure..so its here again..a speech by Our Ex-President Abdul Kalam..
* The X President of India DR. A. P. J.
‘s Speech in . *
Why is the media here so negative?
Why are we in
achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success
stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?
We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.
Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a
self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements
but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters. I
was in once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the
after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The
had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a
Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid
and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The
gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the
newspaper, buried among other news. so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our
NEGATIVE? Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign
things? We want foreign T. Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign
Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that
self-respect comes with self-reliance? I was in giving this
when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal
in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed . For her,
you and I will have to build this developed . You must proclaim.
is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation. Do you
have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.
Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is
YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.
YOU say that the phones don’t work, the railways are a joke,
The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.
YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?
Take a person on his way to Singapore . Give him a name – YOURS. Give him a
face – YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International
best. In you don’t throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in
the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay
$5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim
Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking
lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or
a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity… In you
don’t say anything, DO YOU? YOU wouldn’t dare to eat in public during
, in . YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered
in . YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange
in at 10 pounds ( Rs.650) a month to, ‘see to it that my STD and ISD
calls are billed to someone else.’YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph
(88 km/h) in and then tell the traffic cop,
‘Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so’s son.
Take your two bucks and get lost.’ YOU wouldn’t chuck an empty coconut shell
anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New
Why don’t YOU spit Paan on the streets of ? Why don’t YOU use
examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in ??? We are still
talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system
in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and
cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an
involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the
same here in ?
Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of
Tinaikar , had a point to make. ‘Rich people’s dogs are walked on the
streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,’ he said. ‘And
then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the
authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the
officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure
in his bowels?
In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job.
Same in . Will the Indian citizen do that here?’ He’s right. We go to
the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility.
We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do
everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the
government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all
over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper
and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms
but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.
We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and
toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity.
This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to
the public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related to
women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room
protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? ‘It’s the
whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my
sons’ rights to a dowry.’ So who’s going to change the system?
What does a system consist of ? Very conveniently for us it consists of our
neighbours, other households, other cities, other communities and the
government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually
making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with
our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far
away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a
majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away.
Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their
glory and praise their system. When becomes insecure we run to
England . When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out
to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and
brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape
the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is
mortgaged to money.
Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great
deal of introspection and pricks one’s conscience too…. I am echoing J. F.
Kennedy ‘s words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians…..
‘ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR
AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE
WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY’
Lets do whatneeds from us.
Forward this mail to each Indian for a change instead of sending Jokes or
Dr. Abdul Kalaam
now signing of….