Its unusual that my 100th post on this blog is a tribute post to a teacher I love and respect immensely.
You see, teachers are such wonderful beings. They hold you and your dreams in their tender hands, always playing with them, shaping them ..never holding them too tightly.
They know just when to let go of those dreams and place them in your hands. They apply the right amount of pressure, add just the right amount of love and just the right amount of knowledge to make you a complete person. They are doctors of our personalities.
For Mrs. Vinita D'sa, teaching Chemistry was a passion...no matter how many doubts you asked her ...she always had a smile and a simple solution..I once remember we were doing reversible and irreversible reactions in 7th and she jokingly said that Death is an irreversible reaction. Little did I know that she would be the catalyst in this irreversible reaction.
For her every student was the same and she made it a point to diminish bias in her teaching methods. Her legs used to ache..and we used to wonder whether it was momentary pain..till she revealed in a meeting that she was having some form of medical problem. She still continued effortless in her teaching. Her ability to make us understand complex equations and remember each of our strengths and weaknesses..allowed her to explore our personalities and no matter how hard the day was, or how difficult the test, we looked forward to Chemistry exams and classes. She once told me to take some talkativeness from my brother and transfer my silence to him. She knew our families...I think she knew our souls too.
Its beautiful, you see, how even after her passing away, she has left her residue in all of us. Its a spiritually blissful acknowledgment, that whenever we will apply equations, understand reactions, we will be replicating her ideas and her thoughts. It feels sad, but in this moment of grief, I feel we should celebrate her life and her personality. And what better way to do that, than thank God that we knew her and that she still lives in all of us, IN HER OWN WONDERFUL WAY.
The cup of my life may be empty
sans words and thoughts, it lies still
still the journey with you while you were there
added strength to my will.
And though the winter seems upon you,
in a fond day of colorful spring,
I shall remember you as a blooming person
While the angels above will sing.
Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --
The Carriage held but just Ourselves --
And Immortality.--EMILY DICKINSON