Susheela Raghavan

 Susheela Raghavan....is no more. Sad that one of my  favourite teachers, is gone. To sum up in word....she was perfect in her work. 

She was strict. Self reliant. Independent. 

Well dressed. She was elegant with perfectly matching and mellowed saree with blouses typically tailored. Sleeves neither short or long, slightly loose at the ends, well pressed, so that they pointed outwards. And ofcourse those slip-on shoes.

Her complexion was ivory and she conducted herself with the dignity of royalty. Dignified. 

When she smiled she looked so beautiful. 

Her son was the same age as us. So in many ways she was motherly to me. 

Be it the painting of temple gopuram which I painted for her for our school drama, or my role as a dancer in " The light  of Asia," staged at Abottsbury hall at Teynampet. She paid and got me sambar rice to eat, and also scolded me when I ate it publicly as she couldn't afford to get for the other performers who were not from our school.

She was very good at scrutiny of our geography answer paper. She red circled my smallest of mistakes and lies in my answers.

I learnt how to aim at perfection from her. 

Today as a trainer , she certainly has influenced me by setting examples...to follow. Thank you Madam for influencing me till date. After 50 years, you are still there in our lives, as someone who lead by example. Thank you. Miss you.

 

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