Everything has its time |
Everything has its time
-Raj Bahadur YadavIt was the night of June 1, 2017. I had gone to bed, having taken my supper. No sooner had I closed my eyes to prepare myself for a sound sleep than I heard my mobile phone ringing loudly below my pillow--"trin--trin-trin".I looked at the watch,it was 10.38 pm. I picked up the cellphone and put it to my eager ears and heard a very familiar voice from the other side," Halo! I am Satnam Singh" speaking.Congratulations,Sir! You have become Principal!" On hearing this good news, I almost jumped up from my "charpoy"[ stringed cot],"Thank you, thank you very much,Sir! All this has been possible because of good wishes of friends like you". In fact, we both were shortlisted for the post of principal[school cadre] by the Education Department of Haryana last year and this summer we were lucky to make it to the final list also. Having got bored waiting week after week for the release of the list, I had gone on a short tour to my village. Saint Kabir has very beautifully said," Dhire, dhire re mana, dhire sab kuchh hoye/Maali seenche sau ghara,ritu aaye phal hoye"[Slowly,slowly, o mind,everything happens/Gardner may water the tree with an earthen pitcher hundred times a day yet it will bear the fruits only in its season".
I have always believed in the English problem,"He that serves well,needn't ask his wages". I can now say with a sense of satisfaction that my consistent work of more than twenty-four years in the class room has led me to my due promotion as a school head. But I humbly acknowledge that there are some of my worthy colleagues whose contribution in the field of education puts mine to the shade. Earlier I used to travel twenty-three kilometers to reach the place of my work and now the distance to the new place of posting has also almost doubled up. While I have risen in rank, my responsibility has also gone up. I cannot slough it off at any cost. When my students pray to God in the morning Assembly,"Daya kar daan vidya ka, hume paramtama dena/Daya karna hamari aatama mein shuddhata dena"[ O Lord, bestow on us the gift of education/Kindly bless us with a clean conscience], I also become spiritually moved,reflecting upon my own inadequacies and limitations as an ordinary mortal. In such moments, I try to recall the tales of some of the famous headmasters and principals whom I have personally met or heard about.
Behind Kath Mandi, Kranti Nagar, Fatehabad[Haryana]
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