AWKWARDLY BEAUTIFUL

 

So its teachers day today in India..and I abruptly have decided to get over from the writing sabbatical I had to have obviously for my career..but now things are settled down and out of no where I have mustered up the energy to write this incident down even though I am down with fever..(Also because of the support I am getting here constantly).

Just as a brief introduction, I have been close to almost all the teachers in my life.. and there have been incidents that have inspired and motivated me too much but the incident which I have chosen to describe here is the one which was a bit awkward but now more hilarious and beautiful..

Obviously I am not letting her know that I have written about it because of my insecurities, so for the obvious reasons lets name her Miss Sharma and a friend of mine who is also going to be a part of the story Naina..

 

It began when we had already cleared stage 1 of the competition and for the stage 2 we had to visit another city. But our project teacher could not accompany us due to her health reasons. We were sad when we got the news but I was also relaxed when I heard that our managing teacher for that journey would be Miss Sharma, why? Because she was one of my favorite teachers at that time (yes I had a bunch of favorite teachers) primarily because she taught the subject for which I  am having an unconditional love..biology..

So we were scheduled to meet probably 4 -5 days prior to the that. I remember both me and Naina reaching there well on time and waiting for our teacher restlessly. It was winter break so  the school was closed and it was also our appointment with our principal and we could not see her without our teacher. So we were waiting for her outside the school premises, soaking the sun in those winters.. but she was not there. After 20 minutes of futile waiting we just decided to call her. But just as any other student we were nervous to contact her. It was going to be my first time calling her. Earlier I remember her texting me as hi Aditi, its me bio ma'am. I sprang up with joy. I also had read it 7 times before replying to it and also me getting an adrenaline rush when she had called me for the first time.

 And here were we, pushing each other to call her. Somehow we gathered up the courage and I called her up and she told me that she is going to be late. And then we waited. After 15 minutes or more we again called her. This time it had started to become a bit normal.she told us that she was going to be there a bit late and also told us not to enter the school without her because obviously our principal would have told her to be a bit responsible because us being the students were there way before than her .

But such trivial things happen when you are there in student and favorite teacher relationship..that meeting was done and that walk with her to the bus stand where she was telling me usual things felt like the best time..

 

So we left on the designed date and looking back at it,I  remember having food with her for the first time. She asked us what would we like to eat and anything was okay for me when she was there also out to shyness and some limits I had set for myself in my mind..

I also remember we had clicked a few pictures with a camel on our way and also recall me unable to ask her out to send those valuable pictures and yes I have never asked for them..

It was the first time I was going to stay in the same room with miss Sharma and that awkwardness still can be felt. You cannot relax completely as you would have done without her..And also I remember her getting to know about us in detail..from our perfumes to our habits and everything.

 And Naina decided to push me in between. I remember I could not sleep comfortably in the fear of hurting her while spreading my legs or arms while asleep..that night we had a conversation with her. It was a normal conversation but overwhelming and we slept by 1 in the night..

In the morning as a consequence of the delay we had while going to bed we were late for the venue but it was well settled. Because of the change in the weather, Naina was feeling under the weather and as she had started to recover miss Sharma was falling sick.

Talking about the completion, it was a national level one and hundreds of school and aspiring minds had gathered there and  we also had met people who had researched on the same topic as us. I don’t know how the judgement was done because on the day 2, we were given less than a minute to explain our model on which we had spent months and out of the blue one of the judges asked us about the menu of our lunch and that to both of us.

 I still don’t know the reason behind him asking that. Maybe he had spotted us throwing our food( I am not encouraging it in any way) or something else..

All of the participants were actually shocked because on the topics they had worked for so long and that to with so much dedication, were not given a chance to be explained clearly. But still a hope persisted in our minds of getting the desired results

That night we went out to the market with miss Sharma where obviously I was shy about telling her what I would like to eat and also I didn't want it to sound like I was expecting her to spend her money for my demands.. we went to a kind of store where we bought some stuff to eat and I also had discussed with her that maybe we would have it in the night but we never got the chance to do so..we were so tired. And she also went to shop some stuff and clothes for herself. Where she asked us if it was suiting her.. honeslty to me, everything she wore was looking phenomenal but obviously you don’t want to be seen as a nerd so I had to tell her a choice whenever she asked me to make one..

 We returned and it was the next morning where she was feeling off a bit too much.. that day was the one when the results were going to be announced. I remember she was feeling cold and amidst of all those speeches we were also getting bored so we went outside when she laid her head on my lap. It was an undescriable thing. The next thing I know was that I didn’t know where exactly should I put my hands whether on her head or just on the stairs where we were sitting. But then before I could do any of these she told me to help her with that headache so I just gave hear a forehaead massage. I was trying to be as gentle as possible.. and today when I do that even with my whole strength my family claims it to be light and gentle only.... so I guess I didn’t need to worry about that.

It was the time when the results were going to be announced. It looked like she was not very optimistic about it but we were. So we went ahead and all we achieved was an experience..now that I think of it, it matters a lot because whole of that process and those efforts teaches you something and the vivid ideas that people are pondering upon... it makes you inspired..

We returned and that bond with her grew as she was then my class teacher or homeroom teacher.

Our principal was not happy with the result and it was justified but then we were accoladed several times for our efforts.

So it was all about my somewhat awkward story and it was awkward because the whole time I was overthinking it..funny it was, but for a 15 year old it was exciting and at the same time fiddly.

That’s all for today..

And lastly a heartfelt gratitude to all my teachers for shaping me well.

Happy teachers day..

Aditi Verma.