A horrible childhood memory…

Reposted from my facebook wall. Read the original post here.

I think I was in seventh grade and there was a teacher who signed his middle initial in small letters (kinda like “A. b. Cdef“). Naturally curious, I asked him “Sir, why do you sign your name like that?”

The reply? He slapped me real hard in the full view of the class and said “How dare you question me on my personal things?”

I’m still befuddled as to why he reacted that way. I was shameless/incorrigible enough to continue asking questions, but it was such an “un-teacherly” thing to do. Teachers are supposed to satiate and encourage curiosity, this one very nearly killed mine. I have zero respect for that particular teacher. Over the years I’ve been lucky in getting mentors and teachers who took time to answer even the most idiotic/naivest of queries I put forth and I’m very very thankful to them.

Bottomline: Ask questions! Question everything! That’s how we learn best. The day you stop asking questions is the day you’ve surrendered forever to the status quo.

One Reply to “A horrible childhood memory…”

  1. Hi Saurav,
    Apart from being slapped/cuffed on the head for asking ‘personal’ questions, I have very often been reprimanded for asking ‘curious’ questions, not in the syllabus. True, my formative school years have been a good sweet/sour mix of being scoffed and answered to.
    To cut a long story short, like yourself in the recent past, I too have taken a sabbatical (not a good idea in these troubled economic downturn times) to rethink what I’ve been upto (I’m an architect and cartoonist/illustrator) in the past 25 years or so.
    We had briefly talked on the VC at the Bangalore Comic Con 2013, and I’m in midst of working on a graphic novel.
    Will share my initial layouts soon.

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