The Teachers

There are several people who come in our lives and help us shape ourselves and our futures. These people are our parents, school faculty, college professors, friends, significant other, bosses and colleagues, and even complete strangers. Undoubtedly then, we can group under the singular heading of ‘The Teachers’.

Welcome to this newest post of Narrating The Dream and here is the time for a tribute to the people who make us… well, everything that we are.

From the simplest of steps to the biggest of strategies, these teachers teach us and guide us in life. Often, they do not directly get involved but help us via small nudges and well-timed pieces of advice. They let us make our own mistakes and learn from them and are happy to stand by the sidelines while we celebrate our successes. There is no compensation or pay that can rival how much they give for us, more often than not, at the sacrifice of something personal. No matter how they may be faring in life, they find time for us. Forgetting their own stresses, concerns, worries and pains, they often stand by to help us so that we can learn all they can guide us in learning.

(Side note: I forgot what I actually intended to write now. So I will try again.) The lessons life give us are invaluable but there is no point in going through them if we don’t understand their meanings. Often these people become our trusted guides and advisors who help us make the most of them. They make us rise from our biggest falls. They make us land safely from the highs of our biggest successes. And when they are sure they have taught us all they had to offer, they quietly move into the shadows as they leave us so that there is space for a new teacher to enter our lives and help us develop our character even more.

Since time immemorial, teachers have held a sacred position in the society. They were respected above the priests and rulers in the social hierarchy. The people recognized their importance as the one who had the biggest responsibility among all the citizens to prepare the children to uphold the mantle of the duty that they needed to shoulder so as to make sure that even after they had gone, their children wouldn’t suffer. And it is this importance of teachers that has only grown through the ages when the knowledge has become the equivalent to power. Every mentor, every critic, every advisor… everyone is a teacher to us.

But not everyone teaches us in the same way. Some spell everything out for us while others encourage us to find our own way through a problem. The different approach slowly but steadily teaches us that life will never offer same kind of issues again and again and we always have to adopt to the changes to be able to utilize our maximum potential.

There is a lore in Indian mythology in the text of Mahabharata. The story of Eklavya was that he was a lower caste boy who learned by practicing in front of a statue of Dronacharya, the great teacher who only taught the higher caste students, so much that he was believed by Dronacharya himself to have the potential to surpass his famed greatest student Arjuna. And so, he asked the archer his thumb as the payment for his services. It was Eklavya’s ideals that made him instantly do what his teacher demanded because he recognized the value of what his teacher had done. Though it was a stone statue, Eklavya had felt Dronacharya himself presiding over his practices and so he felt indebted to give his teacher anything he wanted from him, even if it made him unable to practice archery anymore.

So clearly, the teachers have had an important role in the life of every person, whether rich or poor, whether recognized or not. What do you think? Do you have anything to add? Do you have anything to say, to correct or to just comment? Please sound off below.

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