3D's :):):):):):)

As the saying goes :) "It's the constant and determined effort that breaks down all resistance and sweeps away all obstacles".......... We have many obstacles in life but one thing which we all should know is, "How do I find a solution for this problem and how do I grow up in life?".

Well, this makes me nostalgic and I am drawn back from my present to earlier days of my childhood"

I was in standard IX when this incidence took place............I was the most naughtiest and mischievous kid amongst the fifty students. Our class teacher was the most kind-hearted person I had ever seen. He loved kids and I was his favorite student. Being a miniature in height, I had the privilege to be seated in the first row and was expected to stay attentive throughout the class...... (which is actually the most tedious task :):)). My teacher always gazed at me while delivering his lecture to the entire class.He taught us Mathematics and Science. I had a flair towards Science however, the numbers confused me a bit, that annoyed my teacher a lot. The syllabus for the first month got over and we all had to undergo an evaluation. The tests ended and everyone in the class awaited for results while I got scared about my Mathematics marks. Our mathematics teacher came in and he started reading out the marks in the descending order. I sat still waiting for my marks; and finally my waiting came to an end, my teacher looked at me and read out loudly, Brunda 18 out of 35 and threw my test paper at me. I was ashamed, I kept quiet for a couple of days ad did not even speak to my teacher. Later, in the afternoon, he walked up to me and kept his hands on my head and said,"Oye buddy, you are a special student of mine and I had never expected this from you, I am really disappointed by your performance". Later, his behavior towards me was normal and I saw the same lovable teacher again, He has remained the one of my favorite teachers of all time. My score in mathematics remained an average for instance, 70's and 80's.

Class X: My mathematics teacher changed and my love towards that subject had depleted even more as we had to study theorems and algebra in class X.Geometry is something which I can't understand till date specially the measurements always drove me crazy. Well, this teacher of mine was a little insane I should say, but an expertise in his field. His teaching was excellent. He was a short man with one hand folded back and his continuous speech made me go even more mad and he taught weird combination of Mathematics and Social Studies.Here is a small story which made me learn mathematics and play with numbers.He had asked us to write "The Pythagoras theorem", thrice for home-work and I had forgotten to write and as a school sports representative, I had the privilege of staying back within the school building while everyone else gathered in ground to offer their morning prayers. I quickly thought of writing but something crossed over my mind and I found a classmate of mine sitting in class without attending prayer session, I took undue advantage of him being in class, I threatened him, "Hey, if you do not write this for me, I shall take you to principal for not attending the prayer session". He said, Please, do not do that, I shall write your home-work. (Our principal was a nasty lady who had the habit of beating students black and blue). He finished my home-work and handed-over my book and pen, I gave him a chocolate and thanked him, I also apologized for my rude behavior. He smiled at me and said, that's alright, You are my friend after all. I went inside the class-room. Sharp 10:00 am our mathematics teacher came inside and started off with his teaching. He took out his attendance register and started calling off the names and in the same order collected the home-work copies. Everybody handed-over their copies and he started off with the class. He stopped teaching in between, started to call all of us one after another to check if we all had written the home-work by our own. He asked us to write the theorem on the black board and I failed to write. I stretched my hand forward and I had one and two :):):):):) One on the left and the other on the right :):):) ..... I cried in shame and came back home, later my mother was called for a parents teachers meeting, my mathematics teacher was also present and he said, "Your daughter just studies and fails to remember things,she is incapable of thinking logically". My mom immediately responded back with full force, "Excuse-me Sir, I agree that my daughter is weak in mathematics but I completely disagree to the statement which you made, I bet she can think logically and she is capable enough to crack your problems."

She came back home and I wept badly and I thought of proving myself right, My annual exams were getting close and I locked up myself in the room close to 6-7 hours solving the toughest problems. The day came and I was there seated in a room with a pen and a sheet of paper waiting for the question paper, it was 9:30 am while the question paper was given and at 12:00pm the questions were all solved and I handed over the answer sheet to my class supervisor, my maths teacher looked at me with surprise and asked me, "Hey Brunda, you are out so early, I suspect if you will even get a passing marks of 35, You should have waited, somebody at the end would have atleast helped you to get 60 marks and laughed". I smiled back and told him, "Sir, I shall speak after the results are out and walked off the school premises." Finally, after two months of waiting the results were out, I ran to the nearest cyber center and read out my hall ticket number to the guy, i stared at the monitor screen, my heart beat rate increased and the page downloaded slowly,I folded my hands and had closed my eyes and waited anxiously " The guy said, 86% bandide bidamma, distinction nindu :):):) (you have passed out with 86%, distinction) , I jumped out with joy, I looked at my maths marks and I had got 93 marks out of hundred. I ran back home, hugged mom and called up dad to inform my result.

Later, I went to school, looked for my mathematics teacher, he looked at me and smiled and asked, "Did you get thirty-five atleast Brunda?????" I said, "Thank-you for driving myself to gain confidence and prove myself Sir, I am glad that I found a wonderful teacher like you and also I am thankful to you". He was a little confused and as I held the marks-sheet close to him and pointed out to my mathematics marks, he gazed at it with full concentration and surprise. He looked at me again and finally said, Congratulations Brunda, You have the potential.......and I was wrong in measuring it.

I was happy not because of making my teacher realize my potential but making me understand and discover my caliber.

Incidence 1: He was my favorite teacher, but he was unable to drive the potential in me to

get the marks however, in the second incidence, the teacher humiliated me to prove me wrong and he was confident that I was incapable of proving him right.

Lessons learnt: You should always love a person but at the same time ensure that his growth does not get hampered.

Humiliation is the best lesson.

Criticism works and you can definitely grow :):) and prove that you are capable of doing the most impossible thing.

Last ting, We should always be concerned of proving ourselves right instead of proving others wrong.

My teacher,(mentioned in the first incidence of this post) always told us:

Life is successful with 3 D's.

DISCIPLINE,DEDICATION and DETERMINATION.

Nothing is IMPOSSIBLE :):):):):):):) for IMPOSSIBLE itself says (when split) I M POSSIBLE :):):):)