When an 11 year old taught me a lesson for life.....

Nope.This story isn’t Taare Zameen Par Part 2. Nor is it about a teacher’s absolute belief in a student. This story is about a young boy named Waqar and his failed teacher. When Waqar entered Class 2B at MHB Municipal School for the first time, he was like any other child. Just that he was 2 years elder to almost his classmates and was the tallest. When his teacher conducted an exam to know what grade level was he on (as most kids in his class were atleast 2 grade levels behind, that means in grade 2 they only had the knowledge of a KG student), she found that like most other students he too was 2.5 grade levels behind. His teacher was all enthusiastic when she started teaching and wasn’t going to give up so soon. She started extra classes for students who needed extra help. Every morning, ten students from Waqar’s class including him came as hour early to school and sat in a corner of the dilapidated school building on a half torn mat for learning phonics and basic math. Weeks passed but Waqar barely showed any progress. When his teacher met his grandmother, she found that when he was an infant, he had fallen off from somewhere and hurt his head. Since then his comprehension had become slow as compared to other kids and he often forgot things.


A year after she had heard the story, Waqar’s teacher had forgotten all about it. His behaviour in class had become intolerable for her as she felt he was being lazy and purposely didn’t pay attention. He would return his worksheets incomplete and most times his exam papers were blank. He was lost, he was daydreaming all the time, etc. Etc. The list of complaints also reached his grandparents during a house visit made by his teacher. She found out that he didn’t live with his parents and was devoid of their love and care. He had two real younger brothers but his only interaction with them was in school alone. So many reasons could be triggering his behaviour, but nothing fitted well into the jigsaw his teacher was trying to solve and had given up completely.

But things changed....One day during the science lesson, the students were watching an experiment. Just to test the knowledge of the kids and their observational power, the teacher asked a question. After six people had given a wrong answer, in expectation of a seventh wrong one, the teacher gave Waqar a chance to speak. To the teacher’s surprise, he gave the correct answer. This shifted the teacher’s mindset so much that she gave Waqar a chance to contribute in every science class. More often than not his answers were correct. And the teacher realised he had an aptitude for science. Waqar’s wonder list wasn’t restricted to science. One morning during the ‘Talktime’ in class, he spoke about the field trip to Boriwali National Park. When the most “intelligent” kids could barely speak for 30 seconds without stopping or stammering, Waqar spoke non-stop for two minutes about what he had seen and learnt. The teacher literally had tears of happiness in her eyes. She felt sorry for not believing in him. She felt horrible for not having hope for a student in her class.

That teacher learnt the biggest lesson on hope and belief from an 11 year old. That teacher is me. I, Ritika Didi, as Waqar calls me, gave up on him, long before I even started trying. I failed. As a teacher. As someone whom Waqar believed in. But he reinstated my belief.

Yes, Waqar still submits blank papers and except science lessons, he is lost in class. But its not his fault. He suffers from dyslexia. But I know one day, some day, he will overcome it and make a lot of people realise his true potential...as of now he is enacting the part of scientist in the class’ end of year showcase.....I will miss him when I leave the school a month from now......