I stopped my studies after graduation and worked as a school teacher for four years. During these four years, I tried to capture the minds of children by staying with children. In fact teaching profession means contact with living mind, desirable changes to be made, these precious things are not available in the market. Because here you have to recover from falling. You have to laugh while crying. The wires of the mind have to be aligned. You have to keep the tears in your eyes while preserving the memories.
Children's eyes are ravenous. The teacher has to reach into their hearts and find out their whereabouts. On the occasion of the activity, even the innocent children in the class in which I do not even teach would come in contact with me.
I wanted to distribute uniforms. The search for needy students continues. The students in the class were telling the names of those students. I was writing the names of needy students. In between, a student raised her hand. But everyone rejected her name. I just told her to meet me after school and left for another class.
Those lonely eyes were looking at me. After the bell rang, I shuffled the materials. I came down from the upper floor five to ten minutes late. And started going towards the bike. Just then, a voice came from behind, "Sir." I looked back. It was the same girl. She said, "Sir, take my name in the list." I said, "Oh, baby, your father is a servant. You can't be named." But her tears burst. I held her close and moved my hand over her head. And made her speak. I was listening to her speech properly. Father has a job but no salary for ten years, no farm, no property. The mother somehow manages the household expenses by doing household chores for four households. But this talented girl does not take the words out of her mouth.
Consciously, I went to her house. Tried to understand her. But my head was full of thoughts. How many children are vulnerable in my school? The creation from above is different and the creation from within is different.
One day I asked Ranjna, who used to go home regularly on some excuse. "My stomach hurts," she said. I said, "Come on, let's go home." "No, she mumbled. Still, I took her on the bike and went to her house. Seeing me, her mother said, "Sir, how are you here?" I said, "She has a stomach ache. So I brought her." Hearing what her mother told me, my head went numb. She had a laundry shop at home. Father was ill. The mother stopped working to take care of them. So every day she used to come from school and iron the clothes.
Even as a little girl, she longed to do something for the family. How many thoughts were in her mind. Such a conflict-prone attitude motivates and enables the individual, the society, the nation to live with self-respect.
A teacher is communication, forgiveness, trust, support, satisfaction. So why didn't these kids believe me? Why didn't she tell me? Why couldn't I understand that giving is more important than receiving in life? Then I realized, to achieve the goal, only good thoughts are not useful. So it is necessary to add various ideas and plans to bring those thoughts into proper flow.
Many times the answer is wrong because the questions are not understood. The guide does not know the way. The goal of the walkers, however, is lost. Some things are not as simple as they seem. Only then do you know what experience is.
One day there were many children screaming in the class. That's when I entered. The class representative said, "Sir, this girl must be punished. Makes a lot of noise in the class. Does not study. Picks fights. Runs over a girl. She does not get along with any girl in the class. Otherwise, she is sitting looking elsewhere. She doesn't pay attention in class. The study given by the teacher is not done. Do something about her.
I asked that girl. But she was silent. She was not saying anything. I wondered, if man could express love as easily as anger? Half of man's problems arise from expressed anger and unexpressed love. So I decided to handle this problem with love. She did not speak. I called her parents to school. Her mother was saying. She and Preeti used to eat together, play together, study together since childhood. Both of them gradually grew old. And Preeti died of some disease. This incident had such an impact on the child's mind that today she sits at seven o'clock in the evening with the doors of the house tightly closed. In a very broken state. Her parents are treating her in different hospitals to restore her mental state.
After many such experiences, I was trying to become a teacher. Trying to understand the inside of children.
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