Mrs.
Taposi was my favourite teacher in school. She was our Marathi teacher. She was
short in stature with short hair. She used to put thick dark lipstick. The
lipstick was her identity. When someone who doesn’t know her asked about Taposi
teacher we used to tell them the colour of her lipstick as an identification
mark. She always wore matching blouse and lipstick. She was very strict. She
never oversaw the slightest of mistakes in the answer sheets, hence very stingy
in giving marks. If ever we failed in her subject, we were made to kneel outside
the classroom. We all dreaded Mrs. Taposi. She wasn’t the favourite among
students. I didn’t like her either, but since she was very strict we always
made it a point to study her subject. Her class was so good that after the
class we never had a doubt, even the grammar part would be thorough. The best
thing about her teaching was that she would stop her class everyday before ten
minutes and that was the time we could ask her doubts, if any. Now I feel, it
was due to her perfect teaching that she was so strict in her evaluation too! I
would like to narrate a personal instance. Once I failed in her subject. When
she called out my roll number, I was literally shivering! I was ready to go
out, to my surprise she told me to meet her in the staff room. My fear knew no
bounds! I was ready for the worst. As I entered the staff room I wished her.
She looked at me rudely and smiled at me. I must say she had a million dollar
smile. She spoke to me like a mother. She advised me to come out of my fear of
the subject. She said that Marathi was like a foreign language for me as I
wasn’t a Maharashtrian, she also went on to say that the paper was really
tough. Since then, everyday after school hours she used to teach me for half an
hour, without taking any money, while she was taking private lessons in her
house. In the next exam I scored well. She also gave me a gift, which I cherish
till date. Mrs. Taposi’s dignity lies in the fact that she never even hinted
that I should attend those classes. From then on Mrs. Taposi was my favourite
teacher. I would also like to add that Mrs. Taposi is a role model for all
teachers.
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