Malayalam screenplay writers Bobby-Sanjay remember their teacher-mentor Mary Roy | Eye News,The Indian Express
Founder of the Pallikoodam (Corpus Christi) school in Kottayam, Kerala, Roy knew how to inspire, make failures a virtue and stand tall despite being alone.
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HomeEyeMalayalam screenplay writers Bobby-Sanjay remember their teacher-mentor Mary Roy
Malayalam screenplay writers Bobby-Sanjay remember their teacher-mentor Mary Roy
Founder of the Pallikoodam (Corpus Christi) school in Kottayam, Kerala, Roy knew how to inspire, make failures a virtue and stand tall despite being alone.
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Updated: September 3, 2022 6:12:38 pm
Mary Roy (Express Archive)‘You’re Mrs Roy’s boy’
Sanjay Cherian
It was some day in January 1979 that I first set foot in that nursery. In a larger sense, that was the day ‘I’ began to exist. Neither on that day, nor during any of my school days did I realise that I was destined to be one among the stars that dotted a large firmament willed into existence by a very special person. It was much later that I read Japanese author Tetsuki Kuroyanagi’s Totto-chan: The Little Girl at the Window (1981), which is an engaging book on life in an ideal school in Tokyo. I had no difficulty relating to Headmaster Kobayashi. In our world, he was simply called Mary Roy. Or Mrs Roy as she was to us. She knew each of her 300-plus students by name; knew the strengths and limitations of each one of us and demonstrated through her actions her firm belief that “to teach John Latin, one should know John as well as Latin.”
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I was bad at studies. My report card sported more red lines than anything else. Not surprisingly, I was withdrawn and carried around considerable levels of inferiority complex. Sports was not my forte either. A childhood that could easily have been scarred by the label “useless” was saved by the encouragement Mrs Roy gave me to write and stage school plays. She gave me absolute freedom to write, choose my cast and direct. The school hall was at our disposal for rehearsals. As was the time we needed for practice. When we were ready, we had the opportunity to stage it before the entire school. None of them were particularly good. They were mostly repurposed from the comedy movies of the time and put together in my own juvenile fashion. But Mrs Roy enjoyed them and appreciated them. I understand now that her approval had nothing to do with the quality of those plays. It stemmed purely from her concern that without this I might shrink further from a complete lack of self-confidence. It was her way of looking out for me. How I regret never telling her how much those days strengthened my journey forward!
Rating: 5