Life undergoes many phases. From being a toddler to “pachpan ka bachpan” ; we see various colours of life. Sometime grasping mother’s arm to guiding father to favourite sweet shop the beauty of being a baby is amazing. One has No worries, no expectation and no devotion, but the peace of having everything at fingers. Once we have a job we have money to spend, career to look for, girls to chase and we are responsible for ourselves. Once we become parents, we have child to dictate, children to release our frustration from boss, shoulders to cry on and being answerable to ourselves (not talking about asocial people who do not know how to mingle). Here i am not considering those people who take their study for granted and do not act like students but a pain for parents and then perish in their day-to-day life. I am talking about those students who work day in day out to have comfortable life.
The trouble of a student starts when he start learning his first alphabet. One asks him to mug those rhymes, which they will forget in a year or so. Parents ask him to learn those languages, which he shall not speak. He has to calculate those sums of which he has no idea. It is true that one need those for being successful life, but what is the right age of that? If teacher is good then he makes the learning fun and age but again 99% of teacher in this world do not have shade of Ron clarke. However, being a kid is still fun as you have your share of fun and comfort.
The trouble start to brew when you enter class 2 and then son of some Mr. Khanna tops the class. The favourite tagline bas “ mera beta to nalayak hai “ becomes his brand reception at home. Then all complain and nagging starts which goes on increasing every year. No one understands and care what is wrong with him? No one will try to find the solution. Where the kid is finding trouble? However, with clamor kid is able to survive. Supported by games, similar suffering friends and various other distractions he inches ahead in life.
The first encounter with fight of life and death begins with class 8th. Parents demand performance, girls demand infatuation, friends demand time, teachers demand homework, and career tension starts to sneak in. Result is a confused student who fights in and out with his desire, temptations and need of time. The worst part is that no one helps him out but all demand. That is the time where attitude develops. The attitude that will make or break his life; the student decides to revolt, give up or shape oneself.
The 10th board result is the first step toward his ultimate life. For few it is a wakeup call, for other’s it is first nail in coffin of their career and for other’s it is cheers. However, it is always that people carry with themselves until they take their final sleep. The tension grew as you have d to decide career, have gf for social standard, money in purse to finance her, yourself and your friends but you have a dad who will ask the record of every dime he spends on you.
The competitive exams, 12th IIT’s, Medical, engineer, CA, CS all comes rushing to you at same breath. With parents banging, millions competing a student is in total lurch. All books, no play and burden of expectation mark his sweet 16. I wonder how being 16 can be sweet with all this.
Engineering is a life where you dream, booze, spend money, enjoy girls but wait this is idol life. What we actually do is to dream ( as we sleep a lot in frustration ) Booze to run away from boring lectures, spend money ( only one in ten has it and other’s envy him) and girls (Ek anar sau bimar). Moreover, Girls bring two prong problem, they will not let you study and will study a lot and second they will always be with a person who you will hate most (you may hate the guy as he has your girl or you hate the guy and still the girl is with him). Placement tensions, job expectation and everything else kills you.
In addition, if you are not dead yet you will decide to do Master’s or MBA. MBA is a period where ZOMBIES walks on earth. This is the TIME where you do all you did your whole life in a span of two years.
“GOD BLESS MY FELLOW STUDENT”
No comments:
Post a Comment