I could have been one of the dullest pupils for I was promoted to class five with just “CP”, meaning Considered Pass. I got chance to continue my study any way.
It was in 1987; I was in class five, section-B. Yeshi Sir, a new teacher in the school was my class teacher. He taught us English. He was a voracious reader himself and would narrate lots of stories from his readings to us in the class. Of all the stories I heard from him, I’ll never forget the one – about Gasa Lamai Singye. Around that time my class teacher got entangled in love with a woman from the nearby village and this was one reason what motivated him to narrate such a great love story in the class that took almost a month to end. And when it ended, he announced his marriage with that village woman.
Yeshi Sir was a great teacher. He would always keep us busy – make us read books, draw and paint, and go through games and activities that helped us build our learning capability.
One morning, he walked in late to the class. As he entered, his hands were loaded with chart papers, bundles of paint brushes and pencils, and packets of water colours and crayons. He carefully placed these materials on his table and announced, “My dear boys and girls, today there is an announcement in the Kuensel newspaper about an art competition on nature. Therefore, we shall do drawings and paintings in the class and best entries shall be sent for the competition.”