All good things come in small packets and so to me came the
admission in St. Joseph's Convent…….St.Joseph's Convent , one of
the best schools of Bhopal, a school which is the first
preference of every parent for their daughter……
I was admitted there in 3rd std. My blood boils when people ask
me , " How much donation you gave ? ", " What was your medium of
source to get there ? " I passed 3 written exams and an interview
to get there….75 % my mother's hard work and 25 % my
destiny….Trust me nothing more than that…..
When the news of my admission reached the ears of my relatives ,
they all came like swarm of bees to felicitate my family and
My father being an orthodox was not in the favour of getting his
daughter educated in a missionary school.This narrow mindedness
of him bewildered me as he himself was highly educated.Peoples
praises changed his mind . I still remember when I went to school
for some formalities , he met his colleague and said to him my
daughter is intelligent.Oh! I was so elated.
Now coming to interview.My mother made me ratify general
knowledge questions like a nincompoop..Sister asked me a couple
of questions of which I remember one the most because of my
hilarious reply . She asked me about the colors of national flag
. I replied and then added in hindi , " Aur haan wo beech mein
blue color ka chakra hota hai , uski 24 dandiyaan hoti hain "
My first day in Convent turned disastrous and people appeared
zombie to me. Discipline , strict rules and regulations choked
me.I wanted to run away. My major problem was the language
problem. High level English crossed above my
In the initial days I befriended a girl named Tanya. Kudos to her
, she would explain me each and every announcement in
Once Tanya was in a mischievious mood . She was constantly
pricking my hand with her well sharpened pencil. I would tell her
not to do that but she turned a deaf ear.My teacher warned me
ample of times not to talk and ultimately punished me. I wanted
to elucidate her the entire matter but
so called language problem. I framed several sentences in mind
but nothing came more than that - " Mam she is chubaing pencil on
me " . So I let it go off and preferred standing.
All new comers went for dress measurements except me as I was
punished. Later when everyone came back my teacher send me for
measurements with a girl.
Sister asked me , " Why are you late my dear child ?
" I was punished " , I replied …
"Whats the reason dear ? ", she asked…
I replied , " I was talking " because thats the only thing which
I could say in English at that time…In 6 months my language
problem solved …Aur haan ab mein theek theek English bol leti
A year passed . I tried to adjust in that environment as beggars
cannot be choosers…
I disliked my 4th class teaher. She was an epitome of partiality.
She said rubbish things about me on parents meet.All her
allegations were baseless..Study wise I was good but when it came
to co curricular activities I was bad…I knew answers but I had
phobia in answering…
With low self esteem and confidence I reached 5th…Miss Kiran was
my teacher then. Once she asked a question…Gathering all my might
I rose hand too low, (probably the first time) hid myself behind
the person in front..I was 100 % sure she wouldn't ask me. But I
was wrong..I stammered in between but her humility instilled
confidence in me. She was impressed.
It wouldn't be wrong to say a teacher is a second mother.Her
caring and loving nature transformed me..I threw my shy , ill
behaviour and started behaving as a true Josephite. She made me a
partner of not a so good student . I helped that girl and she
passed in finals..My class mates started loving and respecting
me, started considering me for class monitoring…
As I reached 6th , Miss Kiran left the school…
So from there started my journey.. I wouldn't say I m a very
talented person or a celebrity…But I a complete individual in
Every year I met wonderful teachers and learnt enriching things
Stupid I am….I don't know how to express feelings… i wish I could
have told Miss Kiran about all that..I was too small to
understand and express feelings….
It was my 12th board exam…I was rushing to my centre as I was
Suddenly there was a voice calling my name….I turned around and
tried to recollect the face…
Again the voice questioned , " Forgotten me ?
I said , " No, Miss Kiran"
"You all have grown up a lot ", said Miss
There was lack of time as exam was just about to start…so we went
My teacher saw me after 7 years and still recognised me….It means
a lot to me….Unknowingly she has helped me to grow….Next time
when I meet her I would tell her everything because whatever she
has done for me means a lot to me……