Save My Teacher Please!

© Dr. Rajas Deshpande

From primary schools in inaccessible villages to metropolitan Universities, almost all teachers in India suffer poverty, neglect, transfers, non-teaching dumped duties and multiple tasks that the administration forces upon them, immense bullying and insecurity.

Living in different hells, these angels still smilingly create heavens for their students. Suffering due to honesty and truth, they still teach students to imbibe these virtues.They live mostly a poor or middleclass life (some of my school teachers actually lived in huts made of tin). Their students become millionaires and billionaires, administrators, law-makers, and some run our country too.

Carving millions of raw minds with their heart, they help generations of children evolve into today’s human beings. They forget their own sufferings when they teach. They become and remain the idols of the ideal in their students’ minds forever.

An intense glow upon their face, dressed in simple clean clothes mended at many places, old footwear, an aura of respectful fear surrounding their being, they invoke the power of good within our souls!

To every teacher who taught me
That the moments of standing alone for good are only the moments of human progress,
That unless everyone in the world is smiling; your happiness is incomplete,
That bringing peace unto another’s heart is the greatest possible achievement,
That money is the last reason to waste precious moments of life for,
That as long as you do not see the God in every human being, every animal around you, you never truly worship,
That when you hurt someone, you are worst hurt,
That anything earned by deceit brings suffering,
That love and compassion are more important than knowledge,
That truth and honesty may not make money, but earn a respect impossible to buy,
That you may die poor and unsung if you follow all this, be prepared,

Then told me, with tearful eyes and a smile, to face life bravely, blessing that I should get the prosperity and recognition they were denied,

Respected Teacher,
My prosperity and recognition, my reward and medal is that you taught me all this. You have always declined anything in return, but please accept my grateful promise: that I will always keep on striving to be worthy of your grace.

Let us ask for better pay, better life, better facilities, good home, transfer-less career and security for all the teachers in India on this auspicious day of GuruPournima.
© Dr. Rajas Deshpande

© Dr. Rajas Deshpande

From primary schools in inaccessible villages to metropolitan Universities, almost all teachers in India suffer poverty, neglect, transfers, non-teaching dumped duties and multiple tasks that the administration forces upon them, immense bullying and insecurity.

Living in different hells, these angels still smilingly create heavens for their students. Suffering due to honesty and truth, they still teach students to imbibe these virtues.They live mostly a poor or middleclass life (some of my school teachers actually lived in huts made of tin). Their students become millionaires and billionaires, administrators, law-makers, and some run our country too.

Carving millions of raw minds with their heart, they help generations of children evolve into today’s human beings. They forget their own sufferings when they teach. They become and remain the idols of the ideal in their students’ minds forever.

An intense glow upon their face, dressed in simple clean clothes mended at many places, old footwear, an aura of respectful fear surrounding their being, they invoke the power of good within our souls!

To every teacher who taught me
That the moments of standing alone for good are only the moments of human progress,
That unless everyone in the world is smiling; your happiness is incomplete,
That bringing peace unto another’s heart is the greatest possible achievement,
That money is the last reason to waste precious moments of life for,
That as long as you do not see the God in every human being, every animal around you, you never truly worship,
That when you hurt someone, you are worst hurt,
That anything earned by deceit brings suffering,
That love and compassion are more important than knowledge,
That truth and honesty may not make money, but earn a respect impossible to buy,
That you may die poor and unsung if you follow all this, be prepared,

Then told me, with tearful eyes and a smile, to face life bravely, blessing that I should get the prosperity and recognition they were denied,

Respected Teacher,
My prosperity and recognition, my reward and medal is that you taught me all this. You have always declined anything in return, but please accept my grateful promise: that I will always keep on striving to be worthy of your grace.

Let us ask for better pay, better life, better facilities, good home, transfer-less career and security for all the teachers in India on this auspicious day of GuruPournima.
© Dr. Rajas Deshpande

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