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Abdul Kalam, मेरे अध्यापक के लिए एक पाठ: Learn Hindi with subtitles – Story for Children

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A Lesson for my Teacher I lived on the Mosque Street
in Rameswaram, I lived on the Mosque Street
in Rameswaram, a city famous for its Shiva temple. famous for its Shiva temple. Every evening on my way home from
the mosque, I would linger near
the temple. I always felt like a stranger here as the temple goers stared suspiciously at me. They probably wondered what a Muslim boy was doing in front of a temple. The truth was that I loved to listen
to the rhythmic chanting of the mantras, though I never understood
a word. though I never understood
a word. There was a strange magic in them. Of course,
something else led me there. My best friend,
Ramanadha Sastry, was the son
of the head priest. He sat beside his father
at this hour, He sat beside his father
at this hour, reciting hymns. Ram would steal a smiling glance at me
from time to time. a smiling glance at me
from time to time. At school, Ram and I always sat together on the
first bench of our classroom. always sat together on the
first bench of our classroom. We were like brothers. However,
being a Hindu priest’s son, he wore a sacred thread, while my white cap
marked me as a Muslim. while my white cap
marked me as a Muslim. One day, when we were
in the fifth standard, One day, when we were
in the fifth standard, a new teacher came to our class. He looked strict. He went around the class tapping his cane on his palm tapping his cane on his palm tapping his cane on his palm tapping his cane on his palm and stopped before us. stopped before us. “You, the one
in the white cap. How dare you sit beside
the temple priest’s son!” He shouted, “Go sit on the last bench.” I felt hurt. With tears in my eyes, I picked up my books and shifted to the last row. Ram and I Ram and I wept together silently
after school. We thought we would not be allowed
to be friends anymore. When I reached home that day my father looked at me and asked, “Were you crying… what’s wrong son?” I recounted the whole incident
to my father while Ram also told his family the same story. Early the next morning Ram came running to our house and said “Father has asked you to come to our house
immediately.” I was terrified. I thought I was in
for some more trouble. We hurried back
to Ram’s house. My heart skipped a beat
when I saw our new teacher
standing there. My heart skipped a beat
when I saw our new teacher
standing there. My heart skipped a beat
when I saw our new teacher
standing there. “In the light
of our discussion, “In the light
of our discussion, “In the light
of our discussion, apologise to Kalam here,”
said Ram’s father
with a stern face. apologise to Kalam here,”
said Ram’s father
with a stern face. I could not believe what
I had just heard! The head priest was
asking the teacher to apologise to me? “No child is less than another
in God’s eyes. “No child is less than another
in God’s eyes. “No child is less than another
in God’s eyes. It is your duty as a teacher It is your duty as a teacher It is your duty as a teacher to help students live in harmony in spite
of the differences
in their background. live in harmony in spite
of the differences
in their background. live in harmony in spite
of the differences
in their background. You can no longer teach
in this school,” he said. Our teacher immediately asked me to forgive him. He hugged me and said, “I am sorry, Kalam, “I am sorry, Kalam, I have learnt an important lesson
in life today.” Ram’s father saw that the teacher sincerely regretted
his behaviour and permitted him
to continue teaching. permitted him
to continue teaching. From that day on, Ram and I sat together proudly
on the front bench. We have remained
the best of friends
ever since.

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