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They could draw very well… Do not know why they do not show much interest in doing the maths while they have a huge interest in drawing and the arts. Surely this was done by her mother.
She is not so clever. I cannot even give 100 out of 100 to her mother, then how can I give to her? What is this? Good! This is at least… Oh! I feel a headache. There is none who could serve me tea. Phone… Hello!
Tell me, madam. No, madam. No, I did not beat her, madam. Oh, no…did she said like that? No, madam. No…no! I did not even touch the kid. No…no! I did not beat her. How can beat her so harsh, madam? Her mother might have beat her and told my name instead. I understand, madam. Being a teacher I should not speak like this but I did beat her, madam. Meeting? Sunday? Not that, madam. Sunday… No, I have a family…
Hello! There will small kids…
They say the children are equal to god. How casually they lie always! She complained that I beat her so harshly it seems. She went home crying and she is studying PP1 hardly… She went home crying, then her mother asked her it seems… And she said the teacher bet me… How can we beat them like that I do not know? Do not we have our own problems? You will be showing our faces on TV for 10 times by next day morning… Do not we get scared when you tag the titles like a teacher who is not not perfect to the teaching job. Why do we beat the children so harsh? We just warn them or threat… If they go out of our control we just give them a small punishment. Or else we make the do sit and stand but why do we beat them so harshly? That too in this type of convent schools? Children of the present generation are absolutely very disgusting. There is another girl…
She will be promoted to 1st class by next year. What she did is…
Her parents are running another school. Our school is affiliated with CBSE and their school is affiliated with state syllabus. What the do is… They joined their daughter in this school as there are good standards in CBSE. After the school, they take the girl home and give her some food… Again they are making her sit in the state syllabus school. I came to know this when her parents told me. Listen what the thing has happened actually… What she did is… She felt these studies bore and harassment.
She observed it for some days… Their driver used to come to pick her up daily. One day what she did to escape from her house is… Near the signal, at the exit of our school… She tried to escape getting out of the car near the signal. Luckily there was a traffic police and he asked her…
Why are you getting out of the car, baby? She said these uncle is kidnapping me and I do not know what to do, so I am escaping it seems. Everyone used to believe that the children are the incarnation of god and whatever they say, that would be the truth, right? They took the driver to the police station and bashed him up. He went on telling them that no, I am a driver and why do I kidnap the girl… When they informed her parents and when they explained everything, then the matter was revealed. Mega lie! The movies can be made appointing them as writers. No Hollywood makers can compete with them in making such movies. You would give birth to the children.
I am telling you, the parents… You will have one or two kids. You would get irritated to tolerate your kids of a brat kind… And you would join them in the play school when they are one and half year old. They do not know any difference in between mother and monkey. You would join them… We should train them and make them the best citizens. In this process, in order to keep them in our control or to reduce the stubbornness in them… What is the problem when we warn them or look at them with big eyes and when we beat them slowly? Will not you bash your children up when they behave badly? It means you can bash them up and you can beat your children to death… If we beat them once…
We are taking care of them for hours, right? They will complain about us if we beat them for once or do something else. See, it was the principal who called me just before. She is not believing me when I say I did not beat her and is going to arrange the meeting tomorrow. How can I go on Sunday? Teacher means they should sacrifice their life… Do not we have the married life, relatives and other responsibilities in our life? How can I attend the meeting on Sunday? And issues at home… Teaching job is for the namesake but it has become worst than the corporate company. You are going even on Sunday… You go on teach even during summer… Where is the summer for us? Summer holidays are just for the namesake. Hardly, we will be taking rest for just 15 days, that is it. As soon as we promote students to the next class by correct the books and giving them the grades… We should keep on taking the summer classes for the students of next class. The sunny day will be so hot… Children of the present generation are like brats and monsters who are ill-mannered. We should control them, teach them keeping them silent and make them understand the subject which we are teaching. Sometimes I feel that we can live doing anything else but not doing a teacher job. Not only that…When these kids are of one kind, the students of intermediate, degree and MBA are of the other kind. They will come to the class and go out whenever the want just like they go to the cinema theatre. We should teach them silently. And the life of a lecturer is little more worst. There will be no manners and nothing. Sometimes I do not understand am I a teacher or else a caretaker. The kids used to go to the toilet… I do not understand, will not they do it at home? When it becomes 12 in the afternoon in completing their daily routines here at school… When should we teach them? I do not know… There will be two caretakers for every class… How can they take the kids to the washroom if they get all at once? I do not understand… Even the teacher should help them. The whole academic year will get completed at the time of this process. What will they write in the exam?
They will write all these… There is one more student… Even if you die, she will never open her mouth. Whatever you ask her, whether she understood or not, or to tell something like A for Apple, B for Boy… If I ask her to tell 1+1=2 she never opens her mouth and stands still. Like a dead body… But she is a big brat at home and do such a naughty things it seems. How should we make them open their mouth when they are like this? There is one more boy… He used to run like a duck always. He walks on his toes like this. He will not walk but run all over the class. I used to keep on saying them not to make noise and I just feel like dying. But we cannot beat them.
Just before you saw complaining, right? Recently, he brought the eraser of this length. He turned it so small by afternoon. We generally ask them…
Why did you use the eraser like that? I asked him so thinking that whether he ate it or did something else. Then he answered me… In the morning I have bought a mother eraser… And now it has become a baby eraser. Is this the way of speaking by a 3 and half-year-old kid? How our school management has become is… Festivals, special days or else a holiday likewise, if we get four days holidays at a time… Just before that holidays, they will arrange the tests such as slip test, pre-finals… Or else sudden test which is like a daughter of slip test…Sudden test it seems. The students will write whatever they know on the papers. We should correct those 40-50 papers during those four days and give those papers to them on the reopened day. Do not know about the enjoyment of them… But we do not have any holiday, no enjoyment, no day and no evening. In addition, complaints…
The teacher beat us and scolded us. Do not you feel frustrated? Even if we are doing so much what is the salary we are paid? We cannot earn to live a decent life only if we teach in the tuitions and do other private works. Whoever ate our brains while studying at their childhood became the software employees… Some of them established companies or something else and earn lakhs… But the lives of teacher and lecturer are really worst. We should do the lifelong service like a slave…slave. Sorry to say, I should not use this word.
The teacher is just like a slave. Before independence, they were enslaved… After the independence every teacher is undergoing enslavement. That is it, there is no difference. I have to correct this… I need to prove that I did not beat that girl… I should be scolded by her parents for being a teacher… I need to have all these. My whole life is ruined!
That is it. Even then I am not able to correct my children at home. How can they listen to me? How can my children at home listen to me when nobody from outside listens to me? Yuck! Bloody life…

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