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A lesson for my teacher
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- I lived at mosque street at Rameshwaram. Every evening, after coming back from the mosque, I would stand near a Shiva temple.to hear those  beautiful hymns by my best friend, Ramanadha Shastry, the son of the priest.
- hmm.... hmmm.. how beautiful!
- Om Namah Shivaay! Om Namah Shivaay !
- Every day at school, I and Rama always sat together in the first bench of the classroom.We're like brothers. Until a strict sir came to our class. He went around the class and stopped near me. He looked sternly at me and shouted,
- But...
- Hey you ! The one with the cap . How dare you sit beside the temple priest's son!
- No buts ! Go, sit on the last bench
- I felt hurt that day. With tears in my eyes, I went to the last bench. While coming back home, I thought that we couldn't be friends anymore. After reaching home, I narrated the whole incident to my father. Ram also did the same that day.
- A real life story of our former president A.P.J. Abdul Kalam ( 1940 )
- The next morning, Ram hurriedly came running to my house and said breathlessly,
- Kalam , Kalam ! Father has asked you to come to our house immediately.
- Ww..... Whhaaattt !  I think I'm going to be in trouble
- When I reached there, my heart skipped some beats for a moment when I saw my new sir. The priest ( Ram's father ) said sternly to our sir,
- The priest allowed him to each in the school.
- Sorry , Kalam Extremely sorry. I've learnt my lesson
- Apologise to Kalam here and now or you'll be fired from the school !!
- Since then, we sat together proudly at the first bench. We were the best of friends ever after.
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