One might mull over that when the student call their teacher an ‘uncle’, it represent an indomitable bond of intimacy or sublime friendship or an unconditional closeness for that matter. But such happenstance to me was kind of a bizarre and quite mystical encounter, especially when we are positioned to a working place that seizes sizable amount of people’s expectation and reverence in believing to have a frictionless and methodical working system.
I am more than a week old into my new place of posting. And getting stationed to this habitat has altogether been a mixed blessing.
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While there was none whom I possibly know in person, there wasn’t any who broke the virgin of introducing with me. I was still pregnant with the hopes that I might be inducted at least to the working system, let alone sacrificing some time in introducing me to the entire working family. But nothing happened either. Has the later been done, I would not have been greeted as ‘uncle’ by my own students. Even at this moment, I am in the course of getting myself acclimatized with the working regularity and routine. And rather dispiriting is the fact that I have to drive almost 13 miles diurnal, breaking the silence of that mute dawn and return home lighting that murky dusk.
But as the growth and survival has to be natural, time is testing me to fit into the system through a chain of trial and error mechanism. At this moment, all I realized is that when the people around do not smell our presence, at times, we are at win-win situation.
“A person’s a person, no matter how small”- Dr. Suess