Mohammad Arfat Wani
The 18th of September at Ramzaan College of Nursing and Paramedical Sciences was not just another date on the calendar — it was a living thanksgiving, a celebration of love, reverence, and gratitude for those who shape the minds and souls of generations: our teachers.
Though the celebrations were delayed due to the recent floods, the spirit of appreciation remained undimmed. When the day finally arrived, it came not merely as a postponed festivity but as a radiant moment of acknowledgment — warmer, deeper, and more heartfelt than ever before. It was not just a function; it was a festival of emotion, faith, and cultural pride — a testimony to the sacred relationship that binds the teacher and the taught.
From the very morning, the air around the campus buzzed with excitement. Students dressed in vibrant attire moved briskly through corridors, carrying balloons, ribbons, and bouquets. Laughter echoed across the classrooms, yet beneath that cheer lay an undercurrent of deep respect. For one day, the routine of academics gave way to affection; the hierarchy of learning turned into a community of gratitude.
When I stepped into the auditorium, I was awestruck. The space had been transformed into a haven of color and warmth. Balloons floated gently in the air like whispers of joy. Twinkle lights sparkled across the stage, illuminating banners that bore heartfelt messages for teachers. The décor — simple yet soulful — gave the hall the feel of a garden blooming with respect. Each light seemed to say thank you, and each flower reflected love. It was a space where admiration took physical form.
The celebration began with a thoughtful address by Bushra, a student whose words captured the very spirit of the day. She reminded everyone that teachers are not mere trainers but true artists — sculptors of character, conscience, and compassion. Her speech drew heartfelt applause and set the tone for what would become an unforgettable day.
Then came the moment everyone waited for — the address of Professor Jamsheeda Zaroo, our respected Principal. Her words, infused with wisdom and maternal affection, spoke of perseverance, discipline, and dedication as the pillars of success. She urged students to believe in their potential, to dream fearlessly, and to treat failure not as defeat but as a step toward mastery. Her presence filled the hall with a sense of direction — like a lighthouse guiding every young heart through the fog of uncertainty.
Following her were speeches by Ambreena and Salma, whose eloquence combined intellect with emotion. Their words resonated with the gratitude of students who had found mentors, not just instructors. They spoke of teachers as the quiet architects of human civilization — those who labor unseen but whose work lasts forever.
No Kashmiri celebration is ever complete without the fragrance of its heritage. Soon, the auditorium came alive with the soulful rhythms of Kashmiri songs. The melodious “Cholham Na Pooshai” evoked nostalgia, while the energetic “Bumbroo Bumbroo” filled the hall with infectious joy. The performances were not just musical interludes but cultural affirmations — reminders that while education gives us wings, our roots keep us grounded. When “Mai Aa Likhu Tu Aajayay” and “Aaz Roozei Saanay Dilbar Meanay” were performed, the atmosphere became a tapestry of laughter, pride, and belonging.
But perhaps the most cherished moments came from the interactive games between teachers and students — a delightful break from the usual formality of classroom life. One-liners written on chits led to bursts of laughter. When Zahid Sir jokingly said that a question was “out of syllabus,” a student quipped back, “Now you understand how we feel during exams!” The hall erupted in amusement. Mahak Ma’am, in her lively spirit, proposed adding “Nun Chai” to the nursing curriculum, to which someone humorously replied, “Mei Gow Hearts Dam!” These playful exchanges softened every boundary between authority and affection, reminding us that teachers are human too — approachable, warm, and full of life.
After a brief lunch break came a beautifully orchestrated surprise. Each teacher was welcomed with a specially chosen song reflecting their personality and contribution. The gesture was touching — each tune carried meaning and memory.
Principal Ma’am was greeted with “Tum Aaye Ho Noor Aa Gaya Hai,” a perfect tribute to her illuminating presence, Ishrat Ma’am received “Yeh Dil Tum Bin Lagta Nahi,” a melody of fond respect, Nazakat Ma’am was honored with “Tu Hi Dildaar Mera,” and Rimsha Ma’am with “Tere Chehre Se Nazar Nahin Hatti.”
Ajaz Sir was celebrated with “Tum Itna Jo Muskura Rahe Ho,” while Rabia Ma’am was serenaded with “Sadaagi To Hamari Zara Dekhiye.”
THe ever-cheerful Rayees Sir got “Zara Dil Ko Thaam Lo,” Mudasir Sir danced to “First Class,” and Zahid Sir’s energy echoed through “Apne To Jaise Taise.”
Nighat Ma’am was adorned with “Surili Akhiyon Wale,” Abid Sir with “Swag Se Karenge Sabka Swagat,” and Rouf Sir with “Dard-e-Disco.” Rifat Ma’am’s independence shone through “Banjaara,” Aqib Sir’s courage in “Galti Se Mistake,” and Inayat Sir’s kindness through “Ale Ale.”
Asifa Ma’am’s elegance was celebrated with “Ilahi,” Mahak Ma’am’s vigor with “Kuch Pa Kar Khona Hai,” Zeeshan Sir’s youthfulness with “Ek Pal Ka Jeena,” and Ubaid Sir’s cheerfulness with “Tu Kahan Se Aaya Hai.”
Even the office staff — the unsung backbone of daily academic life — were honored with songs, proving that no contribution, however small, goes unnoticed in this family of learning.
As the event drew to a close, the day’s glow lingered. Laughter had faded into warmth, and joy had transformed into gratitude. It was clear that this Teachers’ Day would remain etched in the collective memory of the college — not as a formal celebration, but as a living story of love, culture, and human connection.
Personally, it was my first Teachers’ Day celebrated on such a grand scale — and I can confidently say, it was one of the finest I have ever witnessed. My heart bows in gratitude to the management, to all the student volunteers — Yamin Yaqoob, Sadaf Jan, Shaista, and especially Faizan Turray, whose tireless effort, creativity, and leadership turned challenges into triumphs. A special thanks to Faizan Javaid and Aanif, whose skill as DJs electrified the atmosphere and made the celebration unforgettable.
In a world where teaching often goes underappreciated, this day stood as a powerful reminder that education is not just about lessons and exams — it is about connection, compassion, and shaping lives. The Teachers’ Day celebration at Ramzaan College will continue to live on — not just as a date in memory, but as a hymn of gratitude to the noblest profession on earth.
Author Mohammad Arfat Wani is a passionate writer, social activist, and medical student from Kuchmulla Tral. He is currently pursuing B.Sc. Nursing at Ramzaan College of Nursing & Paramedical Sciences, Galander Pampore. He can be mailed at wania6817@gmail.com
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