Read about Babar Ali of West Bengal who is the youngest headmaster of his own school of 800 students. His living is a shining example for Peed Paraayi JaaNe...
BBC had a special report on Babar Ali
By the way, NDTV, Zee and Star etc. have not captured his story even after BBC covered it... may be such stories of determination and conviction on ideals do not capture their imagination; Rakhi Sawant and her stories of mimicking motherhood is their type of story.
Here is the link to the BBC report:
On my forwarding this, Jai, my cousin's wife has replied her own story along with that of her Professor, which again is very inspiring.
I have copy pasted it here:
My Professor Syed Ali who lived in an outhouse, took chemistry tuition classes most of it for free from 5am to 10pm [30 students in a 10x10 room] everyday enabling many of his students become Doctors, engineers, Ph.Ds, etc etc. He inspired me to take Chemistry as my life!
He was a pious Muslim, a bachelor, who died at 72 years when I was in the final year of my M.Sc He ate rice, rasam and roasted papad everyday for his lunch and dinner.No meat please!Boys in the age group of 15-18, who are not very responsible took the tuition fees from parents but never paid the Professor-hehehe. This Professor taught in St. Philomena's college Mysore,http://www.stphilos.ac.in/ .
Look at the irony, all the years when my Prof was is service, he was paid Rs.3000 as salary, and the day he retired, UGC proposed a new scale and Profs got Rs.30,000 and more. All his colleagues and students felt very sad for him[he didn't care] and gave him a huge gift of few lakhs of rupees as they respected his service a HOD,a nice human being and a great soul! Lo, he turned that money with some money he saved, into charity, which educates many children who cannot afford education in Chennapatna, near Bangalore[even to date].
He did not get married, as he said he liked someone and could not get married to that person and that was it! I loved my Prof so much so that my father feared that I will get converted to Islam. At that point I would not eat in any other Muslim house,but for my Prof Syed Ali's as he cared for me. He was proud[it is not important here to mention why, and bore you all] of me and went on telling my success stories to all batches of students like many of my other Profs who were all very proud of me[I am blessed....].
I made him angry when I took Chemistry in my Masters, as he could foresee that even a smart and intelligent person in non-it stream takes more time and hard work to compete with computer oriented fields and make a decent living.He was more angry as, I also had a seat for MCA and could go with it as it was IT boom time. Hmmm,I have not seen my Grand father[father's father] and my Mom's father had too many grandchildren to care for!So, my old Prof was my friend, teacher, grandfather .... GODFATHER......
I told him, I will study chemistry and make him proud, I will teach for free like him in his place......[He shouted at me, he knew I could be that emotional and foolish-at that time I did not know much about outer world, I just knew him]. It was very shocking for me when I heard about his death as I just had a nice chat with him the previous day and another student of his who was a Doctor told us that he had no health problems at all. Next day was Id-Milad and he walked to the Mosque, prayed peacefully, came home had Kheer and his simple food and sat in the chair and left me alone...... He did not have the patience to wait for my GOLD MEDAL and Cash prizes[ I was not very lucky to get the gold medal instituted in his name in my Bachelors- I was just in top 5, there was not one in his name in Masters-I missed his name on my Medal].
I did keep my focus and did well, got my Medal, Prize, Rank Certificates went straight to his house[ my father was very angry, he felt insulted-I could not help, My Prof was resposible for all the chemistry I knew!]and kept everything in front of his Picture.Other people from his community would not let me teach there. This is a majority Muslim area 90% muslims.
I started my journey of teaching chemistry [though I was already working for CFTRI], free of cost to all our friends and their families[ who were struggling to pay college tuition and special tuition fees to get into ENGG or Medicine....]. I had turned down, Indo -Canada research fellowship, just to be in India and help people who need it.I did not enjoy being a teacher in particular, I enjoyed teaching Chemistry as nobody could do it as I did it! I became a threat to all senior teachers.I started hating all that, in school level teaching, PU level teaching, College chemistry, Masters teaching, teaching IAS and KAS folks my study circle.The government Policies, delay in things everything made me think, I SHOULD MAKE MY PROFESSOR HAPPY, by using my chemistry for something better.By then, I had completed my Ph.D,our struggle in the family was almost over, as all my sisters got decently educated and employed. After nine years of teaching from 8am to 8pm [6am-set up experiments in the lab, go back and check after tuition - 8pm] and using all my holidays for doing research for five years, I decided to transition completely into research.
I am proud of what I am doing, I am proud of my experiences in life which have made my personality, I know I have a long way to go and I know I WILL, I know I try to help educate people who have struggled for knowledge like me, I love simple life and WANT TO HELP ANY KID WHO WANTS TO STUDY.
He was a pious Muslim, a bachelor, who died at 72 years when I was in the final year of my M.Sc He ate rice, rasam and roasted papad everyday for his lunch and dinner.No meat please!Boys in the age group of 15-18, who are not very responsible took the tuition fees from parents but never paid the Professor-hehehe. This Professor taught in St. Philomena's college Mysore,http://www.stphilos.ac.
Look at the irony, all the years when my Prof was is service, he was paid Rs.3000 as salary, and the day he retired, UGC proposed a new scale and Profs got Rs.30,000 and more. All his colleagues and students felt very sad for him[he didn't care] and gave him a huge gift of few lakhs of rupees as they respected his service a HOD,a nice human being and a great soul! Lo, he turned that money with some money he saved, into charity, which educates many children who cannot afford education in Chennapatna, near Bangalore[even to date].
He did not get married, as he said he liked someone and could not get married to that person and that was it! I loved my Prof so much so that my father feared that I will get converted to Islam. At that point I would not eat in any other Muslim house,but for my Prof Syed Ali's as he cared for me. He was proud[it is not important here to mention why, and bore you all] of me and went on telling my success stories to all batches of students like many of my other Profs who were all very proud of me[I am blessed....].
I made him angry when I took Chemistry in my Masters, as he could foresee that even a smart and intelligent person in non-it stream takes more time and hard work to compete with computer oriented fields and make a decent living.He was more angry as, I also had a seat for MCA and could go with it as it was IT boom time. Hmmm,I have not seen my Grand father[father's father] and my Mom's father had too many grandchildren to care for!So, my old Prof was my friend, teacher, grandfather .... GODFATHER......
I told him, I will study chemistry and make him proud, I will teach for free like him in his place......[He shouted at me, he knew I could be that emotional and foolish-at that time I did not know much about outer world, I just knew him]. It was very shocking for me when I heard about his death as I just had a nice chat with him the previous day and another student of his who was a Doctor told us that he had no health problems at all. Next day was Id-Milad and he walked to the Mosque, prayed peacefully, came home had Kheer and his simple food and sat in the chair and left me alone...... He did not have the patience to wait for my GOLD MEDAL and Cash prizes[ I was not very lucky to get the gold medal instituted in his name in my Bachelors- I was just in top 5, there was not one in his name in Masters-I missed his name on my Medal].
I did keep my focus and did well, got my Medal, Prize, Rank Certificates went straight to his house[ my father was very angry, he felt insulted-I could not help, My Prof was resposible for all the chemistry I knew!]and kept everything in front of his Picture.Other people from his community would not let me teach there. This is a majority Muslim area 90% muslims.
I started my journey of teaching chemistry [though I was already working for CFTRI], free of cost to all our friends and their families[ who were struggling to pay college tuition and special tuition fees to get into ENGG or Medicine....]. I had turned down, Indo -Canada research fellowship, just to be in India and help people who need it.I did not enjoy being a teacher in particular, I enjoyed teaching Chemistry as nobody could do it as I did it! I became a threat to all senior teachers.I started hating all that, in school level teaching, PU level teaching, College chemistry, Masters teaching, teaching IAS and KAS folks my study circle.The government Policies, delay in things everything made me think, I SHOULD MAKE MY PROFESSOR HAPPY, by using my chemistry for something better.By then, I had completed my Ph.D,our struggle in the family was almost over, as all my sisters got decently educated and employed. After nine years of teaching from 8am to 8pm [6am-set up experiments in the lab, go back and check after tuition - 8pm] and using all my holidays for doing research for five years, I decided to transition completely into research.
I am proud of what I am doing, I am proud of my experiences in life which have made my personality, I know I have a long way to go and I know I WILL, I know I try to help educate people who have struggled for knowledge like me, I love simple life and WANT TO HELP ANY KID WHO WANTS TO STUDY.
You are another true Vaishnava who understands the PeeD of others!
