There was
a time when getting the job of my passion surpassed even the geographical
boundaries of my home......all that haunted me was to fulfill my loving
passion. Little did I realize that it was taking me for good to a shore that
was far away from mine...different language, and culture.
Well,
but it was my true passion. I adapted to my teaching job like the duck in the
water. But slowly and painfully I realized that I had to infuse myself to a
language that was unknown to me....Whatever might have been your passion;
anything that doesn't help you to be down with the language of your students is
not going to help you as a teacher....opined by better-half. There it was a
shudder to me. How could I start with learning something new? Well, I started
off with my maiden work of learning Kannada from the scratch. Slowly I
discovered that somewhere it's foot-hold was similar to that of my Malayalam.
There again I started my voyage into the study of Kannada. Voraciously reading
all possible fiction from magazines it ended up with slowly teaching my
children their Kannada lessons. Even today I fumble, but still, it again has
become an obsession for me. Now, of course, it's given me an extra hand to help
out my students who come from Kannada medium to wade through their initial
years of collegiate education in Economics my teaching subject.
Life has
taken me far away from my mother-tongue....Yet the immense love for my
mother-tongue has taught me to love and respect others as well.
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