SSC in 1979
HSC in 1981
B.Com. in 1983
L.L.B. in 1986
ICWIA CC completion in 1986
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Childhood:
I am 2nd child of my parent. My siblings total **4** (3 sisters + 1 brother) or my parent has 5 children. My father was working with State Transport of MH. State Government. My family faced significant financial hardship despite my father’s steady government job, which is a reality for many families in lower pay scales, especially in State Transport workshops where Class IV posts often came with minimal wages and limited allowances. My father as a Single breadwinner, supported the entire family on a modest salary. A Large family** – at least five children, which made the per-capita income extremely low with Food insecurity, having only one meal a day, and sometimes none, reflects severe financial strain.
I remember when I was 11 years of age and I was mislead due to friends around me or surrounding cultures, I was in Urdu School, studying in 7th Standard, was poor in studies. School principle was strict and gave multiple warnings to your parents about rustication if your academic performance didn’t improve. He was a real hot head back then due the work pressure. As far as I remember we hardly ever talked about anything apart from my studies. There was always a fear mounted within me whenever I wanted to talk to him. He used to tell me about why getting good grades is important and where will I end if I don't study. I know they doing it for my welfare and goodness but it should be in an limit Like i got 88 percent in my final exams last year and they still think that i dont study and tell me that i should study for class higher than mine from now only and tel if i dont want to study i should get working in an bicycle shop where they will beat me whole day and give me 200 rupees at the end of the day which is hardly 3 dollars and im not even 16. I respect my father a lot and my mother too but since from 8th class they hella bullying me . On sundays I wake up at 9 or 10 because my usually sleep deprived because of all the school work and then i have to attend an coaching right after eating my breakfast of 3 hours or more then i come back exhausted but then if i ask my parents if i can play cricket or footballs games an they tell me that im addicted to it while all my friends are having fun im studying all day long on sandays and when they go out or i m alone so i watch a cricket matches or something else and when they come back they tell me that i dont study and waste all my time on tvs and sports games.
When my Mom started some part-time business, she asked all family members to come and join to help her in earning money. My mom this part-time business yielding more and more profits, then asked my Dad to borrow some loan or withdraw some money from fund, but when my Dad failed to follow, then she started grumbling.
The truth is that the middle class is exhausted by poverty. What big expectations do they have? They have such modest expectations that they don't have to ask anyone. The poor live without respect. There is no type, he is constantly in the mix of "what will people say". All the worries of the world are with these people. As and when, there has been public function, people look down upon us, as if we came for eating all the available food. They used to demoralize and sometimes, ask as to be await till all the public eat the food.
These people are the first to suffer from inflation. They should have a clean house, a simple but government job, their children should get married on time. Learn how to live with less money from the middle class. These people are living with a little negative feeling because they don't want to be poor again. They don't dare to earn money. Their children also have the same thoughts. There is a lot of naivety among them. Why middle-class people stay the same for generations, why they don't go into business, or why they don't succeed or why they go back to work will be answered. I realized the basic answer to the people of such category.
Children of poor family, are brought up to complete their education both at school and at home. It is not a matter of knowing the inherent qualities of children, according to which he should do something in life. Then these children don't know what really suits them best. But everyone has a certain "ability". I call it "ice breaking capacity".
That is, no matter how difficult the situation is, how bravely you can face it or give up quickly.. You should know this. It depends on what you will do. Not knowing this, we typically take jobs as they come. This is where the real fun begins. But the one who hires you will check your qualities/ability.
With the slumping economy and the ever-increasing costs of everything from groceries to petrol, how can one expect something different? With a modest salary that can hardly even cover electricity bills and taxes, the middle-class man faces roadblocks every step of the way because there’s just no money left, no money to save, and no money to buy anything. Interest rates on loans are going through the ceiling; insurance premiums had never before been so costly; so now the middle-class man finds himself knee-deep in debts, mortgages and loans. Our family get the food sufficiently for a lunch time and something nothing for the day. Similarly, we get new cloths once in year on the even of Ramazan Eid and sometimes not.
My parents had not enough money to pull on day to day expenditure. So, financial condition of my family was very poor and therefore, they neglected to spare and spent money on children's education. If you don't know your abilities, where will the confidence come from? Secondly, in middle class homes there is a lot of emphasis on schooling and certificates etc. So children have a lot of negativity in their minds from childhood. I tell you the truth. School education and any certificate courses only teach rules and make lean. We are not ready to work under someone and get experience to get knowledge in business or any field. "If you want to do a job, then you need a certain salary and I will do the same amount of work for this salary" is a typical mentality. Mainly the experience is that natives do not have many goals. Those who have a goal go somewhere.. then they are displaced there. Then there is a great desire to succeed. Then this aspiration will take you far.. Marathi man will be successful in many other places around the world. Job/Business everywhere.. But he is happy in his hometown.
When it comes to education and ability, it is mostly done by the middle class. Poverty is rampant in India and while children from all economic classes study together, taking the same standard exams, poverty at home also has a major impact on their intellectual abilities. It has long been said that 'poverty is the curse of man'. In the cultural concept of cursing, a curse is something 'given' by someone to someone, and there is some good reason behind it. It is a punishment given for some crime.
When I think of the poverty that has existed today, in the world and especially in our country, for years, I am confused whether to describe it as a 'curse' or not. To call poverty a 'curse', it is not necessarily a curse given by one person to another. However, one thing I can say is that the particular system existing in the country has imposed poverty on certain social groups; It is a curse created, perpetuated and rarely enhanced by the system. Poverty is not natural but human creation. So naturally, man cannot avoid responsibility for her existence. On the other hand, it can be said that poverty is not a curse. Because it is a punishment given for a crime, we cannot make a statement. When I see poor people, I can never say that they are 'criminals' and therefore suffer the 'punishment' of poverty. In fact, being born into a poor family often inherits poverty to the next generation, at most, we can say.
Of course, our family was below poverty line.
I have been in the field of education for a little
over half a century. For various reasons, I have to go to schools where mainly
the children of the poor and underprivileged go. Of course they had to talk to
their teachers about their schools. What I feel from their words is that the
teachers are fully aware that the quality of education in our school is not
good; And at the same time, these teachers clearly express their displeasure in
this regard.
His
argument in different words is- 'These (ie poor, backward) children, no matter
how hard we try, cannot learn. There is no learning environment at home,
parents do not or cannot provide attention, and above all, children do not want
to learn.' This reality, experienced by teachers over the years, is very vividly
conveyed by teachers. At such a time, the following
questions start to emerge more intensely- 1) Why are children from poor and
underprivileged communities unable to learn properly? 2) How can these children
learn along with other middle class children?
Being
born in a poor family is not their fault. Similarly, poor children's academic
performance in classes is low, they fail, all these cannot be blamed on the
children. Because of the misery of poverty, pain, malnutrition, peculiar home
and neighborhood environment, and the way these children are looked at in
school and the misfortune of second opinion they get from them. All these have an adverse effect on the brain
of these children at an early age, and the learning ability of the children is
hampered, and the brain is the learning organ of the human being.
The effects of poverty at an early age are
long-lasting. These are the years of brain formation. Therefore, suffering from
poverty has adverse effects on children's health and educational progress. For
example, 80 percent of brain growth occurs in the first three years of age. The
interconnection of cells in the brain is related to human learning. Such
additions occur at a rate of 700 to 1000 per second at this age.
In this way, cell connections occur spontaneously,
which means the development of the various capacities of children. Malnutrition
of children, neglect of their needs, abuse of adults, these connections are
either insufficient or broken. Various studies have now shown that this has
serious consequences on children's intellectual understanding and functioning
in the future. Research has found that children's performance in schools can be
up to 20 percent lower than that of children from other socioeconomic
backgrounds, due to adverse effects on brain development. Two recent studies
have shown that exposure to poverty and stress at an early age can affect the
brain's cognitive function. Both these studies were published in 2015 in the
journals 'JAMA Pediatrics' and 'Nature Neuroscience' respectively.
Eric Jensen, a recent scholar who has authored several
scholarly books in the areas of children's 'brain-based learning' and poverty
and education, in an interview briefly discusses how poverty can affect
children's brains. In this regard, he has emphasized on three major factors;
That is, chronic stress, lack of emotional support, and cognitive gaps in
school (compared to others).
Constant stress at home has adverse effects on
children's brain. There are always effects of caste, religion, race tension in
the environment, children often have to bear negative feedback. The ever-present
'lack' is compounding. They have serious side effects on the brain. New neurons
are always being born in the brain. But,
due to constant tension, their innovative work is stifled. These newly formed
nerve cells primarily help children learn, retain what they've learned, and
mood at times. Obviously, their lack has adverse effects on them.
The human brain is unique. He tries his best to live
and survive. A remarkable variability is inherent in the brain. So the
environment, with its negative effects, changes the brain quite a bit. Changes
occur in the internal structure of the brain and, as a result, alter brain
functions; the behavior of boys and girls varies; They also continue to have
favorable or unfavorable effects on his or her intellectual performance at the
school level. It is also a harsh reality that if there are no schools for
children, there are children for schools. Keeping this reality in mind,
children of the poor should learn, should learn well, and should learn at par
with other middle class children.
Relationship of poverty and education
Poverty often leads to high dropout
rates in education, as children may need to work to support their families. Education begins at home. In fact,
many studies suggest that, being read to in the first few years of a child's
life contributes to the development of phonemic and comprehension skills.
However, children from families living below the poverty line are less likely
to be read to, highly restricting proper growth of their skills. Moreover,
parents who have not received a proper education tend to underestimate the importance
of education, are hesitant to "waste‟ money on schools. And, even those
children that do attend schools have to face taunts and are often treated as
outcastes as the present generation children do not accept anyone if they are
not from their strata of the society.
Education has caught up in terms of cost. A decent education for their kids is something all parents think about. But maybe the middle-class man cannot even afford to think about it. Most children who go to esteemed colleges and universities think renowned private schools, tuition, coaching classes, etc all are a must. Also, there are additional expenses in terms of mandatory picnics, Industrial Visits, fees for other annual programs etc. But most middle-class children have to do with Government schools and maybe no tuition unless it’s very cheap. Sometimes even with an excellent academic record, the best colleges are out of reach without a scholarship due to financial constraints. In severe situations, parents even have to sell off their assets such as jewellery for their children’s education.
Health-related and Medical
Problems: Most middle-class people don’t have medical insurance. Not every
doctor is kind, not every clinic is going to waive charges. What happens then
if an unfortunate accident takes place or if someone has a medical condition
and the treatment costs are way beyond their means? What happens is that they
don’t go to the best hospitals and clinics, they don’t get the best treatments
and operations, and they’re not in the best hands. Can you even imagine the
risks attached to situations like that? Can you deal with it if you can’t get
the best treatment for your sick child? That’s what a common man faces every
day.
A middle-class family
person is overlooked, ignored, sometimes even spoken to and treated badly. Even
if they have a million buck solution to a world-threatening problem, their
opinion will not be asked.
Also, Tension is always on
their mind. All the above-listed
problems not only keeps the adults of the family but also the children. The expectation to work hard and earn more
always tenses the adults whereas the expectation of socializing and pressure of
fulfilling their parents dreams tenses the children of a middle-class family.
My mother found some other source of income and started business of selling rice in the city on road. We used to support mother in running their business, by bringing from far away places or villages, purchasing directly from Farmers. It was illegal to bring the rice grown in other district or it was ban on district to district to bring food grain. My uncle tried to convince them to not to do illegal business, but in vain. She used all family members except lady, like me myself, my brother, my dad, for transportation of bag of rice near about 50 kg. in train and then buses or bicycle. Due to this running business, school education of my brother and me, was badly impacted and we started skipping the classes. Thus, at the age of 8 and 9 years, we were a labor for business. If we avoid supporting this business, we were disallowed a better food. We have closely seen the lowest level of poverty. There is underemployment and disguised unemployment in our family and low level of standard of living and low per capital income.
I grew up in a lower
middle class Indian family. Not a well educated mom and a not so well educated
but hard working dad. And there is my little sister who is 6 years younger to
me.
While growing up in Pune city I have seen my mom working her guts off to make both ends meet. I particularly remember this because whenever the Principal of our school walked in to take names of students who are yet to pay the fees, my name was there by default. The memory is so stark that I clearly remember the only time my name wasn't called out. That day, I had a grin on my face. It felt as if I was set free after being caged for years.
I was 15 years old when I started high school and started to notice differences between me and my classmates. This was the point when I realized, how poor we actually were. Many of classmates, used to bring tiffin containing delicious food and tiffin box itself indicating what their financial position in the society is. We (my all classmates) used to have dinner in round group sharing the food of each other. Many of them used to avoid having my food, as I was non-veg. When I was about 12 years old, we got a large bag of clothes from one of our relatives. These were second hand clothes they could not sell further anymore for whatever reason, so they gave it to my mom to pick out what we can find useful. We were also receiving remaining food from my near relatives. Sometimes we are made to eat stale food, asking to test whether it is good or bad. If anyone at school asks where is it from, you say, you don't know. It was a present. Don't dare say it's second-hand, for God's sake.” - my mother warned. We are being trained to tailor made reply for the cloths, we wore.
My mother :
1. My mother always said we were middle
class, and our lifestyle was normal. As a child, I did not always know when to
keep my mouth shut, so I often revealed things from our everyday life I should
not have. She sometimes, scolds for the
mistake of say the truth. She has never been merciful or love and affection about me.
2. I admire people who could say it when they’re young, it took me 30 plus years to admit my psychopathic abusive mother was a reasonable target for my hatred. Why wouldn’t I hate her? She used me to make her husband stay with her, by lying about how difficult I am, she can cover up how incapable she was as a wife and as a mother. I will remember it until the day I die, when she looked on as he twisted my arm so bad he left hand prints on my shoulders, while questioning me why I skipped one session of tuition. She used me as the punching bag for his frustration, so he could let out his angst in the marriage because he has started to cheat and she wanted to keep him. I kept mum, looking on helplessly at her, knowing I told her the tuition wasn’t working and I was willing to join another class, knowing that she knew it too, wondering why didn’t she say anything? I skipped because she ignored me and all I did was go to a bookstore downstairs, I didn’t go far at all.
3. I remember the day, when came back home after enjoying the movie 'Khote sikke', I was very happy to see an action movie after a so many days. But my mother was not happy and when she asked me as to who did permit you to watch movie, I replied I told you in presence of my sister. She asked me whether you waited for my permission or took my permission. She started beating by hand on my face and after that with a wooden stick. She told me that you are deserving for sever punishment and asked to remove all cloths and stand outside of my home, so that public will spit on you. I requested her to pardon the mistake and I will never do again in future, but she had hate about me.
I grew up in Pune city of Maharashtra, the youngest boy of 5 girls and boys, with very strict Indian parents. My parents were poor middle class and they express their helplessness long before, for spending money on education etc., From the age of 11 I was not allowed to go out with my friends, have any friends who were boys / Girls, watch certain TV programmes or go to cinema theatre for enjoying movies. My mother warned all of us that if you go for cinema theatre, you will be thrown away from home, removing all cloths, Basically I was not free to be a normal teenage boy. I longed for freedom and happiness. The worst time was always New Years Eve. All my friends would celebrate, I would be at home miserable. I hated my life and resolved to chase happiness. My youth was the saddest part of my life. There is a lot to my life, with ups & downs literally on a daily basis. But, I'll try to condense it for you. I hope it inspires people to become strong and fight, especially if they are suffering from chronic health problems. The saddest period of my childhood was when I saw my parents quarrelling every day.
4. That was also the first time she realised she can use me like this, he liked it and she liked it too, she was addicted and so was he. They can both now abuse me for years, encourage my sister and brother to do so as well so they can all get off on it, get out their angst at a human punching bag. I hate her and I hate him. I think I am decent enough to not kill him when I had the chance, the last time he hit me, I was suicidal anyway so I was willing to die then live like this. I would have killed him and sometimes I wished I did, I wished I killed him. That day, for the first time in my life he saw me as human and took me seriously, only then when I was prepared to be violent, I was seen. The cause of hate can vary from one individual to the next, but in most cases, the parents have mistreated (physically, verbally, and/or emotionally) their child. It’s normal and expected to despise your parents if they’ve mistreated you — whether they intentionally abused you, held you to unrealistic and harmful expectations, or forced you to live a life you also hated. But what about in other scenarios?
Say you have perfect parents: Despite their dedication to raising you and loving you as their child, you don’t feel that same love for them. You feel hate instead. Is that normal? This isn’t as common, but that doesn’t mean you’re abnormal. There is most likely a hidden cause behind these negative feelings and the best way to combat the hate is to get to the bottom of it. Consider the following possible underlying causes:
The desire for independence. You may simply desire or be seeking more independence, and your relationship with your parents is consequentially suffering. This typically happens a lot with age. When I moved back home for the summer after my freshman year of college, I expected a greater degree of independence and more flexibility and freedom from my dad. However, it was as if I returned to my home as a teenager in high school. This definitely hurt my dad and I’s relationship and had we not respectfully talked about the issue, it could still be suffering today. Being the eldest kid I've got the blunt end of the stick, agreed that parents aren't really good at parenting the first time and they might make mistakes, I've lived in this bubble created by my parents where if I blindly obey them I can go through life,no matter whatever emotional or physical abuse they hurl at me, if I just listen to them( even though I've been fucking listening to them all these years, sigh some people are just hard to please) everything in my life will go smoothly
So yeah like any obedient,
scared kid I'd just listen to them every time!, They'd even keep a watch over
what friends I had, but meh I didn't really mind that, until one fine day when
I was around 8 years old I was playing cricket with my friends(mind you I had a
group of 12 best friends) and I accidentally slipped while catching the ball,
yes my friends did laugh at me I laughed too we all had a good little laugh
until I resumed my game, what my dumbass didn't realise is that my mom was
watching the entire thing from afar, I come back home, mom's waiting with a
stick,
"Where you have been ?"
"I was
playing cricket with my friends, why what's wrong?"
"I
thought I told you, not to hang out with those guys"
She beats the
Outta me and I'm warned to never fucking make friends with anyone ever again,
My grades
dropped, I didn't have the enthusiasm of doing anything, I came to school and
went home alone, I couldn't speak or frame sentences, didn't participate in any
extracurricular activities, gave up on sports as a whole, but hey it should
work out, cuz I'm obeying my parents right?
College
starts, my bubble bursts, I have absolutely no fucking friends, I'm this wierd
kid sitting in the corner with absolutely no hobby or no life, my grades
continued to drop, and my parents thrashed the Outta me, but then at some point they realised
I was a dumb kid after all........
Come to
present day I'm a 19 yr old kid who hangs around with a bunch of 8 year olds,
no life, no ambitions and my younger brother who is 13 years old has a lot of friends,
makes good relationship with people, scores well, and is a whole lotta smarter
than me, and mocks me for the retard fuck I am, I mean who can blame him though
Oh yeah btw I
got beaten up again by my dad for hanging around with kids and not being with
people of my age group, life really is a strange dilemma
My parents who love me care
for me support me till the time I was in college as well as I was earning
during education. I didn’t have degree or certificate, so I was not preferred for
the job. My parents became so excessively worried that they called me home and
forced me to settle in shop. My father said - “Who will look after business
after i die”. My mother said - “If your father dies we’d be beggars to your grandfather”.
Now if I take it lightly and if my father dies, my mother is not going to spare
me. She used to show examples of all
other children of their relatives and show me down upon and insult like
everything that I am of no use and careless for the future. She used to asked me to earn the money like
my brother is earning without graduation and even if I am graduated, I will not
able to earn like my brother. What could
I have a reply that our own people don’t have any respect.
The place (BhawPeth) our family was staying for last 15 years, was very defamed by the bad activities, surrounded by residents of Drunkards, criminals. Criminals are always under the influence of alcohol and/or drugs, but this is not necessarily the case. At the level of organised crime, violence is probably more related to the drug business than to being intoxicated. On the other hand, at street level, often both offenders and victims are intoxicated. Both members of my family had previously resided primarily in middle-class suburbs. The petrol station at the entrance to our neighborhood was the scene of a murder the week we moved here. Both my peers and I always thought of this neighborhood as "the evil section of town". We've realized that my neighborhood isn't very horrible. It's simply a low-income, non-white community. Everyone in my neighborhood, regardless of ethnicity, waves, chats, and laughs with one another. My family attempted to leave the neighborhood in order to find a safe location to live and a good environment for the kids, but it was unsuccessful because of our low financial situation. Every day is risky for everyone. Life becomes much more dangerous as the sun sets and the amount of traffic on the roadways increases.
## The Crushing Weight of Space
When people speak of poverty, they often speak of income. But they rarely speak of *space*—and the quiet violence of never having any.
In a 10×10 room, there is no privacy. There is no corner to call your own. When you are a child trying to study, you do so amidst the sounds of seven others—some sleeping, some arguing, some just trying to breathe. My school, an Urdu-medium institution, already felt foreign to me. Returning home to that cramped space made concentration nearly impossible. When the school principal threatened to rusticate me for poor performance, my parents—already stretched thin—faced yet another humiliation they could not control.
Food was uncertain. Sometimes we ate once a day. Sometimes we were told there would be no food at all. A government salary, it turned out, did not guarantee a government servant's family would have enough to eat.
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## The Stain of Association
But poverty is not only material. It is also social.
Our slum was home not just to struggling families like mine, but also to drunkards and criminals. This is a reality many outsiders do not understand: in the absence of affordable housing, the poor, the addicted, and the lawless are often forced into the same geography. There is no separation. There is no choice.
My family was defamed simply by our address. Outsiders assumed that because we lived among criminals, we were part of that world. Marriage proposals for my siblings were complicated by our postal code. At work, I carried an unspoken stigma. People judge you by where you come from, often failing to see the dignity of a family that worked hard, stayed honest, and endured.
Let me be clear about something I have learned through a lifetime of observation: not all criminals are addicts, and not all addicts are criminals. At the level of organized crime, violence is often a cold business calculation—about territory, about the drug trade, about profit. The drunkard on the corner, loud and messy, is a different reality. But to the outside world, we were all lumped together. The slum became a monolith in their minds, and we became invisible within it.
## The Invisible Struggles
What outsiders do not see are the small, daily battles:
- **Health:** Overcrowding means illness spreads like fire. One child with a fever becomes four. Ventilation is a luxury. Clean water is a daily quest.
- **Dignity:** To bathe, to use a toilet, to change clothes without eyes upon you—these become logistical exercises in shame management.
- **Aspiration:** When your surroundings tell you, every day, that you are at the bottom, it takes extraordinary effort to believe you can rise.
- **Education:** How does a child complete homework by a dim bulb, with seven others waiting for the same light?
Yet people do rise. I eventually joined government service—as a peon. While colleagues used their connections to secure postings in "peaceful" sections, I had no connections to call upon. I was unaware of such systems because in my world, survival had always been about hard work, not influence. I ended up in the pay section—a high-pressure, manual-record environment with over 50 clerical staff—where the work was demanding and unrelenting.
I do not share this for sympathy. I share it to illustrate a point: those who come from slums often work twice as hard for half the recognition, because they start without the social capital others take for granted.
## What Must Change
India's cities cannot function without the labor of slum dwellers. We sweep your streets. We drive your auto-rickshaws. We work in your offices as peons, attendants, and cleaners. We are essential, yet we are treated as expendable.
If we are serious about dignity for all, we must address:
1. **Adequate housing:** A 10×10 room for eight people is not a home; it is a storage unit for human beings. Affordable, dignified housing must be a right, not a political promise.
2. **De-stigmatization:** A person's address should not determine their worth. We must stop judging families by the neighborhood they are forced to live in.
3. **Access to opportunity:** First-generation workers—those whose parents never held formal jobs—need mentorship and guidance to navigate government systems, postings, and career growth. Social capital should not be the hidden prerequisite for success.
4. **Recognition of dignity:** Every person, regardless of their job title or postal code, deserves to be treated with respect. The peon, the clerk, the officer—all are human beings with stories, struggles, and aspirations.
## A Final Word
I wrote this not as an expert, but as someone who has lived it. I remember the hunger. I remember the shame. I remember the principal's warnings and the cramped room and the slum's reputation that clung to my family like a second skin.
But I also remember my father, rising each day to go to his Class IV job, earning too little yet giving everything. I remember the resilience of a family that held together when the world offered us no space—literal or metaphorical.
There are millions like us. We are not your problems to solve. We are your fellow citizens, asking only for what anyone would want: a decent place to live, a fair chance to work, and the simple dignity of being seen as human.
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When I was 19 years of age, on hearing the grumbling from my parents that I was spending my time for studies rather than earning money for household expenditure, I joined certificate course of "TV and VCR repairing".
I joined one of the renowned private institute called as "Viduyt Yantrik Vidyalaya", Sadadhiv Peth, Pune, in 1982, for Radio engineering, along with TV and VCR repairing. The institute was almost 3 km. away from my home and daily 3 hours was the schedule. One hour for Theory and two hours for practicals.
I completed the Certificate Course of TV and VCR repairing and started searching some repairing centers, learning practically working for TV repair. I met the owner of the shop for sale and services of TV repair and requested to give me part-time job without any pay, so that I could learn with the Engineer working in their shop for TV repair, but in vain.
On approaching TV's Service centers, It is common for authorized service centers to deny, or for them to show no mercy regarding, requests for hands-on learning due to company policy, liability concerns, and the need to protect proprietary repair techniques.
TV repairing was a huge market for
assembling a local made by purchase of spare parts and sale in the market as
local brand TV. Depending on your areas population and class mostly. Where I’m
at a middle to lower class highly populated suburb of a major city. There are a
ton of people out there who understand the advantage of buying used consumer
electronics because like cars. It’s what you would do if you were broke. The trickle down is actually quite nice. I
collected a faulty TVs from the shops or repairing centres and try to repair
them for sale. I used to buy the Book
let on TV Circuits diagram and books for quick repair of TV Set. I started earning money like anything from my
learning skills and started friendship in offices, so that I could get the
customers who are searching TV set at lower price. I used to sale even an assembled TV set to
the local shop owner. For assembling TV
set, I purchased a tool kit including
1. Solder Gun, 2. Soldering wire, 3. Disordering Pump,4. Digital Multi meter5. Screw Driver, 6. Multitec Wire Stripper and Cutter. 7. Soldering Flux. 8. Wire Stripper.9. Insulation Tape,10. Nose Pliers, 11. List of Condenser,12. List of Resistance,13. List of Diodes,14. List of Transformer,15. List of IC,16. List of Transistor,17. List of small Wire of different types,18. Circuits Diagram 19. SMPS for various output voltages 20. EHT set, 21. types of fuses
In the year 1982, my sister one day fall ill with fever shooting up at 104 to 110. We consulted the Doctor, who gave some medicines and ask to check up that body fever should come down within a day or two, and if not, come again. The Doctor guessed to be a malaria. When body fever could came down, we approached the doctor again, who said to consult the expert Doctor Dr. Kazi. doctor Kazi told us to go for lab test and x-ray and bring the report next day. On collecting the lab test report, Dr. Kazi told us on seeting the lab report and X-ray that she had been suffering from Tuberculosis (TB). Tuberculosis (TB) is a disease caused by germs that are spread from person to person through the air. TB usually affects the lungs, but it can also affect other parts of the body, such as the brain, the kidneys, or the spine. This fact sheet provides basic information on the transmission, symptoms, testing, and treatment of TB. To hear about the disease from Doctor, there had been tearful eyes of my self and my brother. Doctor told us to follow medicine course of 6 to 8 months, depending upon recovery rate. After coming out of Doctor's clinic, I started shedding tears that she was still 14 years of age and due for marriage after 3 years. How she could bear with such critical disease ? we were knowing that whatever we work for household expenditure will never suffice and it is needed all of us to work part-time for her medical expenditure. Doctor told us her medicines could could go up to Rs.5000/- per month. My brother told me that he had no capacity to bear with extra expenditure and we could discuss with our parents. When we opened the subject during dinner that my sister was suffering from Tuberculosis (TB), as per Doctor's diagnosis and monthly we had to manage the expenses. My mother denied to contribute along with my brother and shouldered the entire burden on my shoulder that along with college studies, you had to work part-time for her medical expenses. Those days (1982-83), I had been studying LLB in the morning at Symbiosis Law college Senapati Bapat Road, Pune and ICWIA in the evening, for Coaching Completion Certificate (CCC) in Ferguson college, Pune. I was working in Pune Telecom as Casual Labour on temporary basis and earning meager amount of wages Rs.1357/- per month. I used to hand over some amount to my mom, for household family expenses and some for my college education. So, during day time, I was working with Pune Telecom and morning and evening College classes for LLB and ICWIA. I started searching part-time job of 2 to 3 hours for medical expenses. I visited the offices of practicing Advocates or Tax consultant, Legal Advisor, who could avail the benefits of my law studies and give some part-time job. But no one was merciful to hear me and help me out. When I told one of the Engineer working in the office and having in touch with outside the office, due to higher level of cadre, he introduced me to a renowned Tax Consultant at S P college Road. Initially, he shown some respect about my career and started me teaching the job, but later on when that Engineer transferred to some other office, he changed his dealings. The life of a below-average student is grueling. They get picked on by teachers, parents look down on them, and neighbours constantly judge their actions. They become subject to local gossips, and they are often overlooked in social settings, be it a family function or annual school meet-ups or any other gatherings.
I'm one of those people like you who
didn't got the job visiting door steps of many offices and struggled outside. I
can count more than 600 interviews which
I failed to crack and get the job. I had to settle with crappy jobs, sometimes Accounts
writing.
I did writing job, where new start-ups
used many of us like temp workers and then kicked out because they got even
cheaper labor over us (which is free with bond for 6 months and in some cases 1
year).
I learned freelancing skills like -
content writing, WordPress, book keeping,
Accounts checking etc. I worked hard on the projects to get myself out of
financial slump and still do each weekend to maintain consistency.
One of the things I have learned the hard way is that real friends are pretty rare. Acquaintances come and go, but real friends are there for you through thick and thin. If you have one or two real friends in a lifetime, that is an awesome thing. It is because everybody was busy doing something profiteering with their lives and don’t care for others unless they have a benefit out of your friendship. That’s the way it works these days.
- **Section Supervisor** – directly supervised the clerical staff
- **Junior Accounts Officer (JAO)** – headed the section
- **More than 50 clerical staff** – working under this hierarchy
- **Work distribution** – done unit-wise
- **Pay bills** – printed manually
- **Record Keepers** – responsible for maintaining records manually.
- Peons typically handled **dak (file movement)**, carrying files/bills between sections, serving, cleaning, and assisting clerks with physical movement of records.
- In a section with 50+ clerical staff and manual pay bill processing, the workload would have been **extremely high**, especially around the 10th (cut-off date) and month-end when salaries were processed.
- Record Keepers would have maintained large registers and physical files—making the section physically crowded with documents, adding to the demands on supporting staff.
There had been only 3 male clerk and rest 47 female. The female clerk has been very diplomatic but polite. Every day, there could be searching of pay bill of past months for drawal of arrears or to submit estimation to the higher authority.
When I passed 10th or matriculated in 1979, I stared searching a temporary job, so that I could met the expenses on my education and support my family. My nanapeth Uncle, search me the job on muster roll on daily wages casual labour. So, in the year 1978, I joined as Casual labour on muster roll in the office of BSNL, as I passed Government typing Test @ 40 wpm, in first attempt, I practiced a lot at Pitmons typing institute, Bhople Chowk. When SDE pressurization unit asked to join for the office work at their head office at Sarang Society, I felt a comfortable place for further Degree education, and I started working as Normal cleark, but my cadre was daily wages casual labour. If deny the same, they could send me back outside on the road work like – Cable laying, Trench digging up, night duty for cable work etc., Earlier I worked as night watchman for security of cable laid open. Those days I use to study on the foot path as well as keeping an eye on the cable as watchman. I remember the film launched at Mangla Talkies was "Mukaddar ka Sikandar" of Amitabh Bachan and Vinod Khanna and I was on flayover opposite to Mangla ;theater for the watchman duty for the telephone cable laying work was in progress and cables were kept open and my duty was to protect the telephone cables from thieves. When the last show ending at 12.30am, the public and passers by , looking at me when I was busy in college studies, as I was in 11th Commerce. I was working on daily wages basis on the cadre of mazdoor, under Cable splicer, a cadre of class-3 employees group.
They are given tasks like dusting the machinery, sweeping the floor and
labelling packages. labour whose
employment is intermittent, Sporadic or extends over short period or continued
from one work to another. Temporary status would be conferred on all casual
labourers who are in employment on the date of issue of this OM and who have
rendered a continuous service of at least one year, which means that they must
have been engaged for a period of at least 240 days (206 days in the case of
offices observing 5 days week.
Regularization of temporary status mazdoor/approved casual mazdoor and
revision of their wages based on 7th CPC pay scale. On this issue we submit
that the regularization of TSMs have been stopped on the plea of apex courtjudgement
in the case of Uma Devi/Government of Karnataka but the said case is not
applicable for the TSMs of BSNL. As it has been committed through several
communications from DOT, after the fixed schedule of time the approved casual
mazdoors may be granted temporary status and further they will be regularized
in the capacity of group-D employees. On the eve of corporatization, clear
order was issued by the DOT in respect of regularization of temporary status
mazdoor/casual mazdoor. But due to official delay these mazdoors remain
unregularized and later on the plea of the Honourable Supreme Court judgement,
their regularisationis totally stopped. We request early review on this matter
for regularization of mazdoors. The wages for these mazdoors have not been
revised since 2010.It was revised and implemented from 01.01.2010 based on 6th
CPC but even after implementation of 7th CPC recommendations with effect from
01.01.2016the wages of these mazdoors have not been revised. We request to
review and revise the wages of TSMs/casual mazdoors without further delay.
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