Teacher Ms Thomas, thank you, oh beautiful one!!

Yo.. I still remember the first hint of adolescent insanity, us.. the students of grade(class) TEN were longing for the next class. It was after all the Physics class; it was currently after all the Math class.

The difference ?? – You ask – is monumental, it’s the difference between spinach and caramel, headache pill and ice cream. It was Ms Princy Thomas and Mr Xavier.

At age 16 would you rather have a beautiful – even Angel-like- one Ms Thomas teach you or Mr Xavier?? Well, is it even close?? Well was it even a contest. Sorry Mr Xavier we are guys after all.

TTRRRRRIIINNNG TTRRRIINNGG..

God damn Yes.. Holy golden goose Yes.. My mother India Yes.. It was the long awaited bell.. The BELL…. The heavens have heard us, the GODS have heard us, there is good on this earth, there is a SUPERPOWER after all, it hears us afterall!! There is justice afterall, there is good in life afterall, there is an Angel after all..

Life is good, GOD is great, I love spinach and I like homework, I like authority and I love to sleep by 10 pm, I wont play and I will study.. YES.. vows taken, rewards EARNED, here it comes…

Out goes Mr. Xavier and in comes Ms Thomas.

Now, if we at 16 and 17 were smart enough to know we were doing a not-so-recommended routine.. I Believe our Ms Thomas knew it.. I mean, how could have she not known.

She is like the perfect class TEN teacher.. Good enough to teach you Physics and well, great enough to keep knocking you in your dreams..

“How can you.. how on earth can you, are u out of your mind”.. a few pseudo-good kids would scream once in a while in your ears.. but hey, what’s rain off the back of a pitbull.. NOTHING right.. yeah who cares..??

I mean memories… are fresh.. from the time of romancing our best prospect in our class to getting your brains beat figuring the spellings of TAMIL language words.. it was a fun ride.. to put it mildly..

How I have changed.. how we have changed.. how life has changed.. how Ms Thomas has changed..

Ms Thomas was an alluring figure because of her bright face and delicious disposition, she knew what we craved for.. she knew it was immaturity, she worked us.. she is not the stereotype PLAYBOY story girl-teacher we read about. She was, a teacher, she knew that.

She also would get the best out of us, the rewards would include a 5 minute talk after class with her, how can you NOT WORK hard when you have that reward??

Coz, I did, I worked my rear off, I worked and I got rewarded, it was adolescence and she played it and she played it in away that would benefit us.

In times like the 2006 when we see reports and stories of how teachers elope or down right get privy with students, I just remember Ms Thomas.

Coz she played us too, we were adolescents too but we both were better off for it.

Thanks Ms Thomas, u r a special one.