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The writer wonders as to why parents today obsess over marks and how marks do not matter so much in the journey called life.
What are we actually teaching our kids? What do we aspire them to be? What is the real life implementation of the studies in schools? Are we really growing an intelligent generation or are we just focusing on creating a race which is just too good at doing what they are told to do and no more?
All these questions and many more clog my mind when I see the all time rising percentiles and percentages and still the kids and their parents fretting about just 1 more extra mark over the 95% or so already scored. What does that 1 extra mark denotes or tells us about our kid more than we already know or more than they already are? Will it genuinely render the kid more suitable to life after this whole STUDY shebang is over and they are faced with the real hardships of life?
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t intend to say that one should not try to excel themselves and desire to achieve more but, the real issue here is whether the kids genuinely want this or they are just doing it under the ever going peer pressure.
In my opinion, what our education system and the yesteryears of the kids should enable them to do is to know their inner strengths and weaknesses. They should be able to know what activities or subjects in studies interests them, not just on the basis of the marks achieved, but on the basis of their actual interest in the subject. What our kids really need is to excel in life, be better people, to be able to confidently lead their lives and be able to face life when it comes knocking at their doors.
All of this can only happen, if and only if we allow them to live life now, experiment with their lives, make mistakes and learn from them, fall and then get up again.
As parents, guardians and teachers all we can and must do is, to be there when they fall to help them rise up again.
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As he stood in front of his door, Nishant prayed that his wife would be in a better mood. The baby thing was tearing them apart. When was the last time he had seen his wife smile?
Veena got into the lift. It was a festival day, and the space was crammed with little children dressed in bright yellow clothes, wearing fancy peacock feather crowns, and carrying flutes. Janmashtami gave her the jitters. She kept her face down, refusing to socialize with anyone.
They had moved to this new apartment three months ago. The whole point of shifting had been to get away from the ruthless questioning by ‘well-wishers’.
“You have been married for ten years! Why no child yet?”
I huffed, puffed and panted up the hill, taking many rest breaks along the way. My calf muscles pained, my heart protested, and my breathing became heavy at one stage.
“Let’s turn back,” my husband remarked. We stood at the foot of Shravanbelagola – one of the most revered Jain pilgrimage centres. “We will not climb the hill,” he continued.
My husband and I were vacationing in Karnataka. It was the month of May, and even at the early hour of 8 am in the morning, the sun scorched our backs. After visiting Bangalore and Mysore, we had made a planned stop at this holy site in the Southern part of the state en route to Hosur. Even while planning our vacation, my husband was very excited at the prospect of visiting this place and the 18 m high statue of Lord Gometeshwara, considered one of the world’s tallest free-standing monolithic statues.
What we hadn’t bargained for was there would be 1001 granite steps that needed to be climbed to have a close-up view of this colossal magic three thousand feet above sea level on a hilltop. It would be an understatement to term it as an arduous climb.
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