In the world of learners and teachers

As a child, I remember how possessive I was about my polished, evil looking, wooden scale. When my mother used to be busy in the kitchen and dad used to be out for work, I would passionately hit the sofa seats pretending they were my students.
Yes, as every other child, I wanted to be a teacher. A teacher personified power, poise, knowledge - a conglomerate of attributes that i wanted to pursue.
My grandfather was a Math Professor. His sister, worked as a science teacher in a school and my aunt is a head of the department for math in a well established school in Delhi.They are gifted with patience and skill, I have gathered. This sort of a background might have influenced me to think so highly of teaching, as a profession.
I also happened to have some of the best teachers at school, who were not only knowledgeable about their subjects, but were also passionate about helping their students to attain great heights. They instilled in me, the values of hardwork, respect and ambition, which have shaped my life.
However, the best teacher I have ever had, is my dad.
When i recall those moments, I have spent with him, crunching numbers into my calculator, learning about fractions, discussing economy, I am filled with pride, for no particular reason. He used to be as passionate about getting an answer right, as i used to be, as a high school student. He used to be as nervous as I was, before an exam. We would plan out work, for a week and stick to schedules, then.We would cling on to difficult problems for ages, sometimes. We used to fight over methods. We used to engage in long discussions about math exams, once i was done with them.
When I became old enough to call myself,an adult, I realized, I have gained much more than problem solving capabilities and I crave to be what my father has been to me.