Taking a student’s seat

Hello, dear friends. I know… been a while…been busy. I really missed saying hellos, posting comments, and reading.

My smooth blogging life was shaken and stirred when I started taking driving lessons.

People say, “There is no right age for learning”. I believe and agree with that saying. But driving scares me. Driving in anger and not in a sane mind is what I had always thought of. So, how was I to learn driving?

As I’m no longer a teenager, I was not very sure if I was scared (of the obvious reason – accidents) or disliked the idea of taking control (as I feared for my life and the living around me). Inspite of my medium sized horrors my courage had reasoned out with my fear.

It also turned out that my fear and resistance had given rise to a new kind of excitement. I was excited not to sit behind the wheels but to sit on a student’s seat.

I knew what kind of student I would be. The only thing I was unsure of, was – what kind of teacher or driving instructor will I get. I was a bit nervous and scared as I had heard some miserable experiences of other learners and how the instructors could be mean to learners.

Finally, the day came, when I was to meet my driving instructor. I was excited. We exchanged smiles. Behind my hesitant smile I was trying to ascertain how good or bad teacher will she be. Although, not sure if she was doing the same with me – judging me as a quick or a slow learner.

We started with the lessons.

Day 1 – was important to me, and the little body on four wheels. I was having a hard time understanding its functions and handling it. I felt I was at war with my senses…checking the mirrors, controlling the steering wheels, gears, clutch, brake and accelerator. I pitted myself and my four-wheel companion as it made noise while I struggled with it.

My instructor didn’t need a master’s degree to understand that I was scared. She asked me to stop and relax. She allowed me to drive at the lowest speed to get a feel of the three musketeers – clutch, brake and accelerator.

Day 2 was much better. I still had to learn a lot but I felt relaxed.

As the days passed, I think, I got better with managing the three musketeers and other controls.

What really encouraged me was the support and positive attitude of my instructor or teacher towards me. Never was she rude and always patient (a trademark of a good teacher). If I missed something, she would say, “I’m going to constantly repeat the instruction till you get it right.” She kept repeating, until I was taking the right kind of U-turns or changing lanes or applying the brakes. When I would stop in the traffic, she would instruct me calmly. She would say, “Don’t worry. We are just learning. Don’t hasten otherwise you will commit mistake and it might take longer. Whatever you do…do it slowly and gently.” Gently I would get started and off we would go.

She had surpassed my checklist of a good teacher. Her excitement and keenness to teach had motivated me to leave my fears behind and learn freely. Her cool and calm attitude had pushed me to try better every time.

Our combination, of obedient student and dedicated teacher had worked well. Up to an extent I think we both have been successful in our process of teaching and learning.

I’m still learning as she thinks I need some more practice and confidence.

Sometimes student, Sometimes teacher

When I was a child I was a student, learning at every stage from everyone.

I was a student of a mother who taught me to walk, run, think, understand and above all survive in life.

When I finally started to read and write I was sent to school to be educated and get a degree of all kinds.

In schools and colleges I was a student of all the teachers who taught me not only the subjects but also gave me the practical understanding of things and how to relate it with life. I watched them closely and listened carefully to every word they said.

Then finally it was time for me to check my understanding and showcasing my talents and skills to the world. I started working.

I was a student of my boss and all the other seniors who mentored me. Sometimes praise boosted my confidence and the other times a slight criticism catapulted me to take the challenge and prove myself. There were still other times when none worked so I floated like a cork in water.

Now there is a slight shift in the roles. After all those years of learning and gaining firsthand experience about life I’m on a different road, where I’m a teacher.

I would like to believe that I’m a teacher to my sister guiding her, helping her to take decisions related to career and life but mostly it’s career.

I would like to believe that I’m a teacher to my students and trainees as they learn how to master some skills related to communication and personal development. They would sometimes consult me on matters of education and profession as well.

I would like to believe that I’m a teacher to the young ones and children in the family. They learn to draw, paint, play, have fun, cook, read etc.

Though I’m a teacher to some people but I still consider myself to be a student. As the life’s camera keeps rolling, the role of a student cannot be static. If you are a life’s student you keep learning and moving ahead. However, sometimes when enough is gained from personal experience and from observing others you can change the costume from a student to a teacher. Based on your learning and experience you can help and lead others when they are facing any difficulty in any section or any phase of their lives.