Tuesday 21 September 2010
I still remember the day, June 20, 1957, the place, a tiny village near Chennai, erstwhile Madras - India, where a brilliant teacher was narrating the verses of the exquisite poem "Daffodils" written by William Wordsworth in his own inimitable style. His grasp on this wonderful Language, English, was so good that he virtually created a scene of those "Fluttering and Dancing Daffodils" right before our eyes. We could see William Wordsworth wandering lonely like a cloud getting spellbound by the beauty of the Daffodils swaying in the breeze. When one of the students asked the teacher what is the meaning of the word "Jocund" used by the poet the Teacher smiled and said that he would show us what 'Jocund' meant. For the next 10 to 15 minutes he made us all sing our favorite rhymes and sway to their tunes so that we got into high spirits and lively mirthfulness. He then asked us how we felt. All of us said that we felt heavenly. He then explained that we are in a JOCUND company!! Believe it or not, till this day we can recollect every single word of that poem along with the accompanying gestures and presentation of our teacher and it has left an indelible impression on our minds.
When we heard about his demise a decade later we felt very sad but were sure that he could now float over those Vales and Hills and enjoy the sight of his favorite daffodils in his bliss of solitude.
Here is a link to Daffodils
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Labels: Poetry
7 Comments:
Indeed! He must have really enjoyed every word while teaching the poem. We had a Professor Sundaram, who used to perform the plays while teaching Shakespeare Dramas.
As for good teachers sharing a bond, yes, we cannot forget them! I was in my father's schoolmates' reunion, and almost all teachers recognized almost all of their students, after 30 years of not seeing each other!!!
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