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# # **📚 “The Certified Teacher” 📚**

*— A Satirical Poem on Master Ramautar*

For twenty-seven years he taught,
Each child with patient care,
Yet now he stood before a test,
To prove he still belonged there.

The court had spoken weeks ago,
Its echoes filled the air,
And suddenly his years of work
Felt burdened with despair.

One evening over cups of tea,
His eldest son declared,
“Father, teaching won’t be enough,
You must now be prepared.

Buy a TET guide, start studying,
The exam is drawing near,
If you wish to save your job,
You cannot disappear.”

Ramautar softly asked him,
“But haven’t I taught so long?”
His son replied, “Now papers speak,
Experience alone seems wrong.”

His wife announced the household rules,
“No morning walks from now,
No endless talks, no evening chats,
Books must become your vow.”

The man who gave homework for years
To countless girls and boys,
Now found himself completing tasks,
Life’s ironic little ploys.

At last he bought a giant book,
Its size enough to scare,
He opened up the very first page—
“What is education?” there.

He smiled a quiet, weary smile,
Almost amused inside,
“For twenty-seven years I taught,
Now books must be my guide.”

The theories came with foreign names,
In scholarly disguise,
Though much of what they claimed to teach
He practiced through his life.

At coaching class a young boy asked,
“Sir, how long have you prepared?”
He smiled and said, “For twenty-seven years,
Though my first exam is here.”

The boy stayed silent, puzzled still,
Unsure of what he heard,
How could a man who taught for years
Now struggle with each word?

Committees, years, recommendations,
Facts to learn by heart,
As if true teaching somehow lay
In memorizing charts.

His wife would ask, “How many chapters?”
His son, “Did mocks go fine?”
His daughter asked, “What cut-off score?”
The whole house stood in line.

Yet one deep question haunted him,
A thought he could not hide—
If he passed, would he overnight
Become a better guide?

Would classrooms suddenly bloom with joy?
Would weak students swiftly rise?
Would problems disappear at once
Beneath successful skies?

And if by one or two small marks
He somehow failed the race,
Would twenty-seven years of trust
Be erased without a trace?

The night before the exam arrived,
His book lay open wide,
Yet deeper than the test itself
A battle stirred inside.

He fought not just with questions there,
But with a growing fear—
That good teachers are measured now
By papers, marks, and years.

At dawn he closed the book and smiled,
His thoughts now crystal clear:
“The trouble is not TET itself,
But what we worship here.”

For often in this world we live,
A strange belief prevails—
**It matters less to understand,
Than to prove it on details.**

✍️ GIRJESH KUMAR

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