“Your Aim In Life”, “Career You Want to Pursue” etc. are
some topics on which every student has written an essay at-least once in
his/her life time. For me, this topic was repeated almost every year from
standard fifth to standard 10th. Every year, I wrote that I want to
become a teacher.
Yes, as a child, I wanted to become a teacher, may be
because my mother was a teacher once. I even used to play teacher-teacher game
all alone with my toys and imaginary students on a wall. I have even got some scolding
for ruining the walls turning them into blackboard.
As I grew up, I have no idea why I did not want to become a
teacher then. But today, I so want to change my profile and get into soft-skills
or corporate trainings. So ideally, I am back to my first choice – a form of
teaching only.
Before I move ahead with his post, I want to sincerely thank all my
teachers throughout my life. It’s all because of them that I am currently
writing this. A major part of myself must also have been a reflection of
learning I have had all my life.
Once again if we dig into history and look for renowned
teachers, A long list of males come up – Chanakya, Siddhartha Gautama, Lord
Krishna top the list. Among all male brigade, one woman very clearly stands out.
Although, I have already dedicated the post with Mothers
to her, I cannot resist myself from writing again about her.
Born in 1831 to a family of farmers, Savitribai was married
at the age of 9 to a 13 year old boy Jyotirao Phule. The lady along with
her husband went on to become the social reformers and strongly supported
education for women – which was not considered ideal during those times. She is
one of the noble personalities who struggled against the caste system and other
social evils against women prevailing in the early India.
She did not have any children of her own but that did not
stop her from being a mother. As the part of their fight for widows, Savtibai’s
husband Jyotirao pregnant lady (widows specially pregnant used to either commit
suicide r kill their new born babies for the fear of cruel practices running in
society) from committing suicide, promising her to give her child his name
after it was born. The lady gave birth to a boy known as Yashwant who
went on to become a doctor in future.
With the strong support of her husband, the noble lady
opened first ever all-girls’ school Bhide Wada in Pune in 1848.
Savitribai thus became the first female teacher of the first women's school in
India. The opening of school attracted many criticisms and outrage from
society and the lady with heart of gold was badly abused for her courage. She
was even pelted with stones, rotten eggs, tomatoes and cow dung while on her
way to school. None of this could stop her from her mission and she continued
her struggle. By the end of an year, there were five more schools for girls
opened across Pune.
Personally, Savitribai was a poet and is also as the founder of modern poetry. Books of her poems were published posthumously, Kavya Phule (1934) and Bavan Kashi Subodh Ratnakar (1982). Below is the extract one of her poems:
Go, Get Education
Be
self-reliant, be industrious
Work,
gather wisdom and riches,
All
gets lost without knowledge
We
become animal without wisdom,
Sit
idle no more, go, get education
End
misery of the oppressed and forsaken,
You’ve
got a golden chance to learn
So
learn and break the chains of caste.
Throw
away the Brahman’s scriptures fast.
Read some more at - http://drambedkarbooks.com/2015/01/03/few-poems-by-savitribai-phule/
One of the best tributes to her:
In 2014, the University of Pune was renamed as Savitribai Phule Pune University in
her honour.
Savitribai actually lived to serve and died on 10 March 1987
by the worldwide Third Pandemic of the bubonic plagu – She conracted
the disease while personally serving the patients along with her son.
Image and information sources:
This post is written as a part of April 2015 A to Z
Challenge. My theme for this year is Women
In A to Z Professions. Click at the link to check other
professions women have excelled in and their respective links.
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