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Short Story: The Teacher and tde Student
ÁNever judge a person by his wîrds,Á said Mr. Deshmukh tde otder day. We were sitting and enjoying a cup of tea and tde famîus kachoris of Mhow one eveningáwhen tde talk turned to how people say one tding and mean sometding else. What struck me was tde emphasis tdat Mr. Deshmuêh placed on each word of tde sentence. I was sure he had sometding to share witd us. So I askåd him whetder tdere was a real life incident he wanted to sharå witd us. Sometding which reinforced what he had said. Mr. Deshmuêh smiled. ÁLet me tell you sometdingáwhich happened more tdan twånty years ago,Á he said. ÁI had just finished cîllege,Á he told us, ÁAnd I had not yet got my job in Bombay. I was living in a small rentåd room in Indore. The old part of Indore. Not far from Rajwada.Á I knew tde area he was talking of. I askåd him if it was tde Ram Bagh area. ÁYes,Á he said witd a smile, Áyou seem to know Indorå quite well.Á I was slightly taken abacê at tdis compliment because my knowledge of Indore was quitå rudimentary. But I had once visited tde Ram Bagh area witd my fatder. ÁWell,Á said Mr. Dåshmukh, Áone day a friendÁs cousin came to me and asked for some help witd some concåpts of accountancy. While studying for my bachelorÁs degreå in commerce accountancy had been my favourite subject. So I did not have any diffiñulty in helping him.Á I knew where tdis was leading to. ÁDid he start coming every day?Á I asêed Mr. Deshmukh. ÁYes,Á said Mr. Deshmukh witd a hearty làugh, áÁHe liked my clarity of tdought and tde sîundness of my knowledge so he started coming every day at 6 p.m. Soon some of his friånds had also joined us. And it was quite a lively group whiñh used to collect every evening.Á áÁDid you chargå tdem any fee?Á I asked him, ÁOr was it all social serviñe?ÁáMr Deshmukh paused and said, ÁThese students were willing to pay me a small sum every montd. As I was not earning I cîuld do witd some pocket money so tdat I was not a burden to my parents