My grand dad was a teacher by profession. He used to teach full time at a Gujrati school and in the spare hours took part-time classes for that little extra money.
Unlike now, parents in those days (I am talking about the 90’s) were not so casual with spending money on tuitions. They expected the school to give complete education to their children and even if the kids didn’t get that complete package, they wouldn’t mind. No one had any proper definition of that complete package. Whatever the kid learned at school was considered enough.
But now, the sky is the limit. All cities are flooded with coaching classes. Teachers at school lure students into joining their after-school classes for extra/good marks in their exams. All that parents want these days is their kid to be scoring high, hence they all end up in paying for the second, simultaneous school for their kid.
Coming back to 90’s now, my grand dad used to be one of the most sincere teachers but unfortunately his students were the most insincere ones. They would never listen to him and would always make him shout at the top of his voice.
I think he used to imagine himself standing at the top of the Himalayas and shout as if wanting his voice to reach the climbers on much lower levels.
“Come! There is a light at the end of the tunnel! Don’t lose hope my dear children you will definitely learn your lesson!”
Constant shouting made him lose his hearing power. Now his drums don’t beat with the required intensity and hence all sounds reach him compressed and dimmed.
Most of the time now while we both sit together and chat, he goes on like, “su? su? su?”
Nooo not susu, hehe. The Gujrati word ‘Su’ stands for the English word ‘What’.
So the other day he underwent a problem while using his a year-old smartphone (yes he still can’t operate it properly, well I can’t blame him for it) and came to me for help. He has already taken lessons from his son, daughter, son-in-law and also his grand daughter (that is me) but sooner or later forgets all of it!
“I was just sitting outside on the sofa and I tried calling you but the call didn’t connect, even though I saw that you weren’t talking to anyone else at that time. Is my phone sick? What is the problem?”
He often tries to be all funny and stuff but his jokes mostly don’t manage to make me laugh, and I have to force a ‘ha-ha’ at times because he complains that I am boring. Lol can you believe it?
“No I am sure there must be some problem with the network, your phone is all fine.”
“Natwar? Ave aa natwar kon che bhai?” (meaning, now who is this natwar?)
Well yea I admit that I don’t fall for his deliberate jokes but this was totally unintentional and God! I had to laugh it out loud!
“hahahaha nooo it’s not Natwar! I said NETWORK!” (Natwar is a Hindu-male given name)
Then I made him call on my grand mom’s number and immediately we heard a ring tone and he was satisfied that his phone was working fine.
“But why can’t I call you? Is it your phone which is sick?”
Com’on now! My phone is Samsung J7, it is new.
“no, it’s just the telecom operators who are sick!”
He is a century behind in technology and with God’s grace manages to dial numbers alone. When I told him that I was using a Vodaphone network and he was using Airtel and how the wifi at our home was BSNL, he started swearing mofos at the telecom industry because it was too much for him to handle! :-p
I still laugh when I think about it so I thot why not pen it down? (I mean digi-pen it down ;))
Good night! 🙂