Of Influential Teachers, and Lovely People

In our lives, there are two kinds of people. Those who see the potential we have, and those who don't. If one is fortunate, then one has plenty of the former in their lives, as compared to the later. It is these people who inspire us, encourage us to perform to the best of our abilities. It is they who give us the courage to be what WE want to be, and not what others want us to become.
Mrs. Khan was my teacher in Kensec. Before that, she was my tuition teacher when I was in Memon. It was she who built my dreams, who encouraged me to do something few girls had ever attempted, she who saw the person I could be one day. I am thankful that she was there, when I graduated as an electronics engineer. She gave me a hug that day, when I met her for the first time after completing my course. She's never hugged me before.

When she died, the world lost something. So many students, so many people who looked up to her, were lost, left defeated, at the magnitude of the evil that was done to her. It was a time of sorrow, of loss. For me, it still is. I wonder, what happens to those students who never knew her? Do they have such a role model in their lives? I do not know. All I know is that I was lucky to have known someone like her, someone who always believed the best of me.

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R!@ said…
it's a good thing that you're one of the fortunate ones :) imagine what your life would be like if you didn't have these influential people around at all...or never had anything to do with Mrs Khan. One can only wish that all of us have our own 'Mrs Khan's somewhere along the way..
April 18, 2008 at 1:30 PM
R!@ said…
it's been a while :) What've you been upto?
May 12, 2008 at 11:03 AM
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