The teacher in me cries

I am a teacher by profession. Labelled officially as "Assistant Professor" in a reputed Engineering college in the southern state of India. My mother was a teacher in a school and it was her passion that kindled in me the love for teaching that ultimately led me here, leaving behind my well paid job in the industry. Its around 8 years since I left the industry and five years since I took up my new profession with the initial three years that I took for moulding myself into the new ME. 

After all these years, I just reached a conclusion. I am not happy being this. The teacher in me cries out loud on seeing the pathetic situation that engulfs me. I can't stand it any longer. Here, I find only the run for existence, where the teacher's job is not to teach.. but to hunt for students before the new academic year begins. The funniest fact is that the hunt doesn't usually end with the new year but it lasts for the entire time. When you get the fresh batch of students, the new hunt has to begin and that comes in the form of activities for the plus-two students who are the next year "targets" with elegant names like "Young Scientist Award", "Abhyudaya" and so on..

The creativity in me has come to such a low level of finding ways to attract 'targets' into Electronics Engineering, which used to be a favorite branch of study years back. Now the 'targets' are those students who barely knows to write their names. The struggle a teacher has to make is tremendous these days and at the end of the day you get zero satisfaction, irritating attitude of students, low payment from the management, and the worst part is the students who are supposed to fail are being awarded grace marks to give a pass.

My creativity level has started to fade out, but I need to find a way out before its complete black and white like those black boards in the classes. There are two ways before me: either be with all these mess and continue or find a new way out, a completely new way which no one has dared to trace before.