Acharyadevo bhava......

Today after many days i was going through the newspaper...i read an article about a famous and one of my favorite poet Robert Frost.The author discussed the style of Frost..and listed his famous works.There was one particular poem i liked most.Actually i cannot help but remember my english teacher who had introduced me to poetry.
She was Ms.Padmavathi .And she taught us English.I think she was in love with that subject,bcause when she took the class she mesmerised us with her words and took the whole class into a trans.Never before we had that experience in learning something.And i believe a person who is heartfully involved into something can only achieve it.
We had a poem "The Road Not Taken"written by Robert frost in our sylabus.she took a class(40 min) only telling us about the author and his style.the next class was about the poem.she explained so beautifully that i have the picture of that poem still fresh in my mind.V always read about the author,but it was only as an answer to one of the questions...but she taught us that a poem is the identity of the poet.And i was so touched by the poem..the next i was in the class with a picture i painted about the poem.It was not a master piece......someeven laughed at it.But my teacher was all appreciation for it.I didnt want a praise.........but somehow the meaning of the poem touched me.That was the beginning...i started understanding or should i say trying to understand the poems....my love for lietrature started.Each lesson she told...each poem recited is so alive in my memory.She introduced me to many authors....Iam debted to her.I dont know after so many years if she remembers me.But i will always salute her in my heart.
I never knew a teacher could influence some one so immensly.we were 63 in our class.I dont know what the other 62 felt or understood.but to me it was a memorable journey with her.
Hats of teacher.Whereever you r and whatever you are doing now......i always remember u.I cannot forget the gift you gave me..the gift of knowledge.
The poem i was talking about is"The Road not taken"
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the tother, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy ans wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.