I considered myself lucky when destiny placed
me among the top 1 percent of the students in such an exam, but this gives me
neither reason nor a passion to speak highly of this process or enough
experience to question the existence as such. When entrance exams was taken as
an example to explain the survival of the fittest after successfully clearing them, the
underlying irony never had a chance to be glimpsed upon as any attempts were
drowned with proud smiles and nods and satisfied faces as they knew very well,
they were all safely set apart by ditch called entrance exams that ran very
wide and by fortune they were on the safer side of that ditch.
In all the hatred, fear and anxiousness
surrounding the entrance exams, therein lay a spring that never dried up, and
that spring in other words are the over ambitious coaching centers. Remember, coaching centers are here not because you
need them, but YOU need them just because they are here.
These were the ones who understood the juvenile
spirit of parentage and how they respond to a rallying cry of their child’s
future, thus to the parent is the rallying cry first addressed. And hence, the
child is made to enter into this vicious game. He arrives with little broken
pieces of a dream, slowly, they clean up, dry him out, put him back together,
piece by piece. They clear his heads, teach him confidence and discipline, and
prepare him. They probably do a good job of this, but then there is the threat,
fragile as he still is, and somewhere in between under pressure from school and
parents has a break down, what he has worked so hard to produce is now past.
He now loiters about and passes senseless
comments. He comes first to take position in the last bench and has a restless
time waiting for the short ten minute break between the classes and then after
the break prays for the teacher to be late. He begins to start drifting to the
lower social level and mixes up with a class human beings through whom his mind
is now poisoned, in addition to his mental misery he now lunges into a road to
physical misery as well. Of course, the people who regularly ensure his fee is
up to date know all this as well, and they still turn a blind eye, for the
child comes at a cost, a stiff one indeed. Hence, they do their best, and
strike the parents blind and make them stand near a corpse that bleeds with
every sign of decomposition with a blank promise that these were indeed signs
of renewed vitality of their dreams. Hence, the parents are made to spend extra
resources on more materials, test series and counseling sessions, which the
child takes on maybe not to his natural liking yet he joins in it out of sheer
indifference. Hope, he feels a hypocrite
for even thinking the word.
I saw this happen maybe for a hundred times right
before my eyes and the longer I observed greater was my dislike for such
coaching centers which greedily attracts students under its tutelage just to
break them mercilessly in the end.
This probably was one of the many reasons I dropped
out of coaching classes in spite of threats, protests and laments from my
parents. Guess I was after all right in what I did.
Note:-
I
have nothing against coaching centers as such. Some of them and maybe certain branches
of the famous ones are really good. My advice here is not to encourage anyone
to stop attending coaching classes but to tell them make sure you attend one
when you have a clear idea about how to take an advantage of the guidance
provided and the system.
Secondly, generalizing the student as a “he”
may make you feel like I am gender biased or maybe that girls are spared of a
similar fate, but both the beliefs should be dismissed because my experiences
had been with a majority of male friends in this regard that’s why I used a
“he”.
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