“You will get a cigarette” !!!
Circa: Jan, 1977.
I had just walked into a new school in my fifth grade. I knew nobody in my class. I had gone and sat down in class 5B – that is where my name had showed up in the long list in front of the headmaster’s room.
Soon, our home room teacher (class teacher) walked in. She seemed jovial and strict at the same time. I was just a scaredy cat. Everything was new – new school, new building, new uniform, new faces, new teacher…
Knew nothing!!
As the teacher settled down after our rather disunited “Good morning, miss”, one of the first question she asked was “Who is the first boy?”. Well, I was a “first boy” but from a different school. So, that did not count. Shounak raised his hand.
“Well, you will be the class monitor. You will report to me any misbehavior in our class and I will give that student a cigarette”.
The new school, new building, new uniform, new faces, new teacher was scary enough. I did not need a teacher giving out cigarettes. And what kind of school did my dad get me in to? Why would the teacher give a cigarette? And how is that even a penalty?
Much later I learnt that all of us were to get a “conduct” report card every other week that we had to get our parents to sign off on. And if we did not behave, we would be awarded a “C-grade”. Apparently, not a “cigarette”!!
That teacher was Miss Lakshmi Dutta. She was our math teacher in fifth grade. She taught chemistry when we were in higher grades. And then she left the school. In 1979!!
About four decades later, this year, I had discovered that she lived very close to my brother. My previous attempt to meet her was futile since she was unwell. I almost had the same bad luck this time. Today, she was unwell too and the only reason we did not have a longer meeting is that she had to go to the doctor. But we did meet! After almost four decades!!
You would think that by now, I should be used to meeting my home room teachers after decades. Nothing could be further from the truth. Meeting Miss Dutta was as exhilarating as it could be.
Anybody who was her teacher would probably remember her for a few things – she giving a lot of students some unique names – “Kaan Khaara”, “Morobba” (for most of them those names have stuck for a life time) – and those trips to the chemistry lab where she would make the fire in the bunsen burner turn into different colors …
Today, I got to know about her original birthplace, her life journey, her granddad, her dad, her own schooling, her siblings, her selfless support for her dad and mom during their last years in life…
This meeting was no less humbling than that first day I had met her in 1977!! I hope to see her a few more times since she is so close to where my brother lives…
Thanks for your stories, Rajib. They really are appreciated!
Tor juri paoa bhar ….. onobodhyo
Lokhhi you are so so lovely .
Thank you Rajib . So nice to see her with you.
You are a gem Rajib
Pacha patol she named a boy in your class.Once she gave her C grade.Fr. Wautier asked her the reason behind grade. She came to me “Ei boudi ei chela ta ke?”I told her tomar pachha potol. Happily she said oh besh korechhi C grade dia. “Went away to the headmaster to settle the matter.
And she is a relative of Radha Masi ?
Kudos to you for your memory and for taking the time to reconnect with your old teachers….am so looking forward to meeting you and maybe filling up a few blanks of my yesterdays too….
I wonder if you remember me at all miss. I was a very shy, low-profile student in school. Am trying to do a few things these days which I had fantasized 25 years back but never had the guts to try before. It’s no coincidence that you happen to be the first influence for that!
Love it. Hoping you will meet more teachers and we get to read your stories and then a book of anecdotes.
We had a Chemistry teacher Lakshmi Dutta and I am wondering if she is the same one! Her face looks awfully familiar! by any chance did she later teach at La Martiniere in the 80’s?
Rashmi, she is the same person. In fact, I told her that when I go back to US, I will ask all my La Marta friends if they remember her!!!
Rajib Roy she would certainly remember me as Rashmi Roy. I am in touch with several of my school teachers especially since our 25th year HS reunion but Ms. Dutta disappeared. When you get back, I would like her contact details and call her! What a small world and I applaud your perseverance to find all those who touched and shaped your life. Safe travels back.
Rashmi, just sent it to you via WhatsApp
Rajib Roy thanks! Will definitely give her a call!
Such graphic details! I am amazed! Forget the cigarette or C-grade, I did not even remember that I was the Monitor in Class 5. What I do remember is that there were perks of being a good student, like being treated with a little extra kindness, to the extent of partiality – that motivated me more than the actual competition. Miss Lakshmi Dutta was the sweetest of terrors we had in SXS and is one teacher who I will never forget. Like you pointed out, she had a unique name for everybody – mine being “Gal Phola Gobinder Ma”. Have sent her an invite here. Hope she connects. Here’s to wishing her good health and happiness.