“Padha Ke Kaunsa Collector Bana Doge?” — A Tribute to Every Teacher Who Was Told This

 


Likha gaya kisi aise insaan dwara, jo do teachers ko bahut kareeb se jaanta hai.

7:30 AM. Ghar se nikalna hai.

Bag uthate waqt usme kitaabein nahi hoti sirf. Chart paper hota hai jo kal raat 11 baje tak banaya gaya tha. Kuch registers hote hain jo BEO office ko submit karne hain. Aur ek tiffin — jo zyaadatar din wapas waisa hi aata hai, kyunki lunch break me bhi “ek kaam reh gaya tha.”

Maine ye dekha hai. Saalon se.

Aur jo maine dekha hai, wo sirf ek ghar ki kahani nahi hai. Ye lakhon teachers ki kahani hai — jo har subah yehi sab utha kar nikalte hain, aur jinke baare me society sirf ek hi line jaanti hai:

“अरे टीचर ही तो है, कौनसा मुश्किल काम करते हैं।”

Toh chalo, dekhte hain wo “मुश्किल काम” kya hota hai.

1. पढ़ाना ? वो तो साइड बिज़नेस है अब

Election duty aa gayi — chalo teacher. Animal census karna hai — chalo teacher. Mid-day meal ka chawal-dal ka hisaab milana hai — chalo teacher.

Saal ke teaching days ka itna bada hissa sirf data sheets bharne me chala jaata hai, ki bachon ko padhane ka time hi nahi bachta. Jis insaan ko classroom me khada hona chahiye tha, wo kabhi data entry operator ban jaata hai, kabhi government ka multipurpose labour.

Aur fir bhi, result kharab aaye to sawal teacher se hi poocha jaata hai —

“आपने पढ़ाया क्या था?”

2. School ki deewarein bol sakti to chilla rahi hoti

Bina bijli ke kamre. Bina pani ke toilets. Kahi-kahi to peon ya safai karamchari hi nahi hai — to subah 7:30 baje teacher khud aakar paani ki tanki check karte hain, floor saaf karte hain, taaki bacche kichad me na baithein.

Barish ho jaye to ek hi kamre me 3–3 classes baith jaati hain. Bijli ka bill na bharne ki wajah se mahino bijli nahi aati.

Aur jab koi officer inspection ke liye aata hai, school “chamakta” hua dikhna chahiye. Wo paisa kahan se aata hai? Teacher ki apni jeb se. Whitewash, charts, registers, kabhi-kabhi bacchon ki notebooks-pencils tak — sab kuch apni salary se. Wapas? Kabhi nahi milta.

3. Salary ka rona, naukri ka darr

Permanent teachers ko bhi 3–4 mahine salary late milti hai — kabhi kabhi. Contractual teachers? Unka toh poocho hi mat.

Same kaam, same hours, same election duty — lekin salary ek-chauthai. ₹10,000–15,000 mahine me poori zindagi guzaarni hai. Aur har session khatam hone par ek hi sawal —

“अगला सेशन मिलेगा या नहीं?”

Samaaj me unhe shaadi ke rishtey tak thik se nahi milte, kyunki “naukri pakki nahi hai.”

15 saal se padha rahe insaan ko achanak naya rule thama diya jaata hai — “naya exam clear karo, nahi to bahar.” Itne saalon ki mehnat, ek notice me khatam.

4. 50 km roz — aur badle me beizzati

Subah 6 baje nikalna. Tooti-phooti, kachhi sadkon se 45–50 km ka safar. Sirf isliye ki posting wahin mili hai.

Aur jab bachhe school nahi aate, to teacher khud khet me jaakar parents se request karte hain — “bachhe ko bhej do school.”

Jawaab? Khet me khade-khade, dhoop me, ek thaka hua insaan sunta hai —

“पढ़ा के कौनसा कलेक्टर बना दोगे?”

Jis insaan ne apni neend, apna time, apna paisa diya — usse hi sunna padta hai ki uska kaam “बेकार” hai.

5. Galti system ki, badnaami teacher ki

Bachha fail hua — teacher “लापरवाह”. Bachha school nahi aaya — teacher “बेकार”.

Koi ye nahi sochta ki ek teacher ke paas 120 bachhe hain, sirf 2 teachers hain poore school me, chhat se paani tapak raha hai, aur fir bhi unse “IITian banao” ki expectation hai.

System fail karta hai. Badnaam akela teacher hota hai.

ज़रा सोचो।

Wo jo subah 6 baje uthta hai, raat 11 baje sota hai — uske paas bhi koi sapna tha. Koi bachpan tha. Kisi ne kabhi usse poocha — “tu bada hokar kya banega?”

Aur usne kaha tha — “मैं किसी का भविष्य बनाऊंगा।”

Aaj wahi insaan, apne hi bachhe se sunta hai —

“माँ, मैं भी टीचर बनूंगी।”

Aur jawaab hota hai —

“अपने साथ ये कभी मत करना।”

“Meri maa government teacher hai. Subah 7:30 baje jaati hai, raat 7 baje thaki-haari wapas aati hai — aur fir agle din ke charts banane baith jaati hai. Jab maine bachpan me kaha tha ki main bhi teacher banungi, usne meri aankhon me dekha aur kaha —

‘अपने साथ ये कभी मत करना।’”

— Kisi teacher ke bacche ki post, ek community blog se.

6. Selfie attendance — pahaadi pe chadho, signal dhundo

Naya tamasha — digital attendance apps. Geo-tagged selfie, subah 8 baje se pehle upload honi chahiye.

Gaaon me network nahi aata. Toh teacher pahaadi pe chadhte hain, ped pe chadhte hain — sirf isliye ki signal mil jaye aur selfie upload ho jaye.

Server down ho jaye? Teacher ki galti. Salary kat jaati hai. Absent maan liya jaata hai.

Jis cheez ko “accountability” ka naam diya gaya hai, wo asal me ek aur bojh hai — jo unke kandhon pe daal diya gaya hai.

7. Apni jeb se school chalana

Composite School Grant — ₹10,000 saal ke, poore school ke liye. Wo bhi mahino late aata hai.

Inspection ke pehle BEO bolta hai — “sab kuch up-to-date dikhna chahiye.” Paisa? Do saal baad milega shayad.

Toh teacher apni jeb se deewar rangwata hai, charts print karwata hai, bachhon ko notebook-pencil khareed kar deta hai.

Ye “extra mile” nahi hai. Ye मजबूरी hai.

8. Female teachers — jo paani peena chhod deti hain

Ye sabse dard wali baat hai, jiski koi baat nahi karta.

Saalon rural primary schools me female teachers ke liye saaf bathroom hota hi nahi — ya hota hai to 80 bachhon ke saath shared, tooti hui.

Toh subah se shaam tak — 7 ghante — ye teachers paani peena chhod deti hain. Sirf isliye ki bathroom jaane ki zaroorat na pade.

Saalon ye chalta hai. Fir UTI, kidney problems — permanent.

Koi inka zikar nahi karta. Kyunki ye “complaint” nahi, “adjustment” maana jaata hai.

9. Camera, sawal, aur on-the-spot suspension ki dhamki

Koi chota-mota officer school me aata hai. Camera nikalta hai. 6 saal ke bachhe se ajeeb sawal poochta hai.

Bachha dar gaya, jawaab nahi de paya — to on-camera, public me, teacher ko suspend karne ki dhamki di jaati hai. “Action” dikhana hai.

Jis insaan ne us bachhe ko mahino tak padhaya, uski poori izzat — ek video ke liye — dunia ke saamne mitti me mila di jaati hai.

10. “Padhane ke alawa” — list kabhi khatam nahi hoti

Sharaab-bandi check karo. Stray cattle ke liye chara collect karo. Religious melon me crowd manage karo.

Administration ko lagta hai teacher “khaali” baitha hai — jo mann aaye, thama do.

Padhane ke liye time bachta hi nahi. Phir bhi result ka pressure wahi rehta hai.

11. Same kaam, aadhi salary, zero izzat

Same kaam. Same hours. Aadhi se kam salary. Zero security.

Aur upar se — samaaj ki nazar me bhi “kuch nahi hai ye log.”

Mehnat double. Izzat zero.

अब बताओ।

Agli baar jab koi teacher ka meme bhejega — “summer vacation enjoy kar rahe ho?”, “3 baje chhutti, kya naukri hai bhai” —

Ek second ruk kar sochna.

Wo “chhutti” wala insaan — shayad subah 6 baje uthkar 50 km travel kar raha tha. Apni jeb se school ki deewar rangwa raha tha. Paani nahi pi raha tha poore din. Pahaadi pe chadhke signal dhundh raha tha, sirf attendance ke liye.

Aur fir bhi — har subah, wapas jaata hai.

क्योंकि किसी को तो जाना है।

Ye tribute hai un sabke liye. Khaas taur par un do logon ke liye, jinhe maine sabse kareeb se dekha hai.

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