When I was studying in class 7th or VII standard in Govt. Senior
Secondary School, Sector – 10, Chandigarh, I had an English teacher,
Mrs. Grover whom I was very fond of. I migrated to this school from a
private school where English was not taught very well. She was one of
those rare teachers who were able to provide undiscriminating attention
to her pupils, despite teaching a class of up to 35 to 40 students.
She expected nothing less from us. Not that she was strict. Her
lessons were so simple and interesting that they were in quality
equivalent of Shakespeare drama or Keats poetry. I vouch that most of us
had good grades and grip on this language because of her and still
clueless how this change occurred.
Once it was my benchmate’s birthday and she was disturbing me quite
during her class. She still had to announce it. I suddenly raised my
hand and told my teacher that she was disturbing me. After this, she
made her stand and asked for forgiveness. Later, someone tol…