Right from my childhood, I’ve always dreamt of becoming a teacher by profession. I’ve always had the feeling that moving around with young brains always makes me feel young too. I could even relate my younger kid Karthik being more active when compared to my calm elder one Vignesh, to the fact that I was working at SRM Engineering College for the entire term I was pregnant. I used to always be among the cheerful students and that had a very positive impact on the baby inside me too! Coming to the point of writing this particular blog is that, during the past one week, I suddenly came across three or four students to whom I’ve taken classes at SRM almost some 8 to 10 years back. The other day, after having a tough time to go all the way upto Maduranthagam(around 130 kms up and down from Chennai) for a wedding, me and two of my friends were dining at Vasantha Bhavan, Tambaram. A guy was glaring at me for quite some time, and suddenly he came and wished me and started talking fluently about those days at SRM where I had taken him First Year Maths classes. I was very happy to meet and was quite moved too, when he spoke about those days at college. Two days later, something similar happened while I was traveling by train to Tambaram. I met a girl who did B.Arch at SRM. Generally, teaching Maths to Architecture students had always been a nightmare as they were mostly weak in that subject. This particular batch I took it as a challenge to bring them up and had done innumerable extra classes. This girl called Ramya Moorthy started talking about those days, where even their lunch period was not spared by me. But the hard work that we all had put then paid us all very well, and that batch was one of the best batches to have very good results in Maths. It had been very heartening to meet my old students…I love my profession!!