A Lesson for My teacher
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- I lived at mosque street at Rameshwaram. Every evening, after coming back from the mosque, I would stand near a Shiva temple to hear those hymns by my friend, Ramanadha Shastry, the son of the priest.
- hmm.... hmmm.. how beautiful!
- Om Namah Shivaay! Om Namah Shivaay !
- Every day at school, I Rama always sat together in the first bench of the classroom.We're like brothers. One day, a strict teacher came to our class. He went around the class stopped near me. He looked sternly at me shouted,
- But...
- No buts ! Go, sit on the last bench
- Hey you ! How dare you sit beside the temple priest's son!
- I felt hurt that day. Sadly, I went to the last bench. While coming back home, I thought that we couldn't be friends anymore. After reaching home, I narrated the whole incident to my father. Rama also did the same.
- The next morning, Rama hurriedly came running to my house and said breathlessly,
- Kalam , Kalam ! Father has asked you to come to our house immediately.
- Ww..... Whhaaattt ! I think I'm going to be in trouble
- When I reached there, and saw my new teacher,my heart skipped some beats for a moment. Rama's father (Temple priest) said sternly to our teacher,
- The priest allowed him to teach in the school.
- All children are equal in God's eyes. How can you discriminate among them?Apologise to Kalam here now or you'll be fired from the school !!
- Sorry , Kalam Extremely sorry. I've learnt my lesson
- Since then, we sat together proudly at the first bench. We were the best of friends ever after.
- A real life story of our former president A.P.J. Abdul Kalam
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