Srinagar, July 4 -- For ten years, I have stood in government classrooms across Kashmir with an M.Sc., a B.Ed., and a body that refuses to look "imposing." My voice is soft. I am lean. People still mistake my younger brother for my elder. And for a decade, I have carried a quiet question: Is this enough to be called "Sir"?Society still carries an old photograph of a teacher: tall, broad-shouldered, a baritone voice, a cane resting in one hand. A relic of the colonial classroom. Somewhere along the way, we confused authority with appearance and decided that *roab* was the first qualification of a teacher.But walk into a classroom in Sopore or Anantnag in 2026.The child sitting on the third bench is not frightened of a cane. He is frightene...