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Thursday, December 1, 2011

Rush(A short story)!

                     You're my Honeybunch, Sugarplum Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You're my Sweetie Pie You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop Snoogums-Boogums.. ."the alarm clock danced again after being  tightly slapped once before.It's 7:46 a.m.He almost jumped like a spider man,two feet high from his bed when his half conscious mind and drowsy eyes sensed the time by the alarm clock.It's maths final paper today at 8:00 a.m.Cursing his habit of being irresponsible he rushed towards the bathroom.Things were already hotchpotch.Within 10 minutes someone he managed to change his alien appearance and got the recognition of looking a social-being to himself.It was all done.
                                                                                                                                                                                                   
He packed his bag after wasting two minutes in scrutinizing the admit-card which was hidden behind the book-self.And now while searching for the bike key,he almost ran marathon race but still keys were playing a tough game of hide and seek with him.The clock was ticking fast,he had to find a way out of this difficult situation.Searching is now getting transformed into shouting and screaming.
                                                                                                                                                               
Suddenly a gentle and soft voice came from inside which almost soothed his brain which was filled with paranormal thoughts and fearful tornadoes."Here are your keys, and
I've put lunch and water-bottle in your bag.Go fast and drive slowly."his mother replied.
His heart was assuring his head that even Oxford dictionaries are error-prone.They didn't  include the synonyms of love and affection as mother.Did they?
Just after convincing his puzzled head  by his own thoughts, he flew at an immense speed to reach his destination as soon as possible.
                                                                                                                                                                     
The weather was quite amusing.The radiance and heat of the sun was somewhat restricted due to moisture in the air because of gradual rainfalls.Colourful clouds were dancing and embarking the beginning of the new wonderful day.
It was drizzling a bit and the cool breeze has added an excitement to it.The murmuring sound of the blowing leaves due to gentle breeze,the chirping songs of birds,the sensational music in his ear phone plugged ears, nothing was able to amuse and please his numb brain which was still struggling with the thoughts  of  getting late in his final maths exam.
The speedometer  has refused to  circulate further ahead,he was already flying like an eagle with an immense speed but was still far away from his destination.It was 8:10 already. 

Suddenly  the traffic jam in between the streets had seek ed his attention.It was an accident case.With not-so-interested-mood he parked his bike at the corner and marched towards the crowd encircling the old-lady.
She was thrown two feet away from roadside by a young passionate biker while crossing the road.She was shivering with pain,her left hand was injured and was constantly  bleeding.
The atmosphere was intense and fearful.The young biker had been forcefully grabbed under the arms of three men which appeared like they were punishing him for the unintentional crime he had done.
Frustrations of people could be easily sensed by their anger laden red faces.Each one was showing sympathy towards wrong done to the poor lady.Each one was
busy giving speech  to the young man.Some were violently rebuking,some were silently.Seeing the whole drama he was a bit confused.                                                                                                                                                   

The pathetic circumstances and the whole scene generated had already wasted his precious 15 minutes.His heart and inner soul was screaming from inside and forcing him to take an initiative and help that old lady and help her to get proper treatment.He had no mirage of any hospital visible as far as he could see.Its going to take at least half an hour to reach the nearby hospital.
 
His brain was sharply doing calculations as was already prepared to rock the maths paper.
It's a fight between his head and heart.He couldn't screw his complete maths paper for sake of humanity.He was emotional and helping by nature.He used to do his best to make people happy.But the 'rush' towards his destination had made him blind today.Suddenly his heart stop responding the puzzles generated by his selfish brain.It went numb to the issue within the fraction of seconds.
He insanely left the place,started the bike and flew towards his destination consoling his heart by the fact that someone from the crowd would certainly help that poor old lady.He just silently prayed for that poor lady.      
                                                                                                                                                                              
Humanity was intensely being raped by the dominating 'selfish-human nature'.
   
The mirage of the poor lady,trembling with fear,constantly bleeding,shivering with pain,trembling voice asking for help was still echoing in his mind.The voice was getting louder and louder.It almost reached up to the extent that it would burst his ear drums.He protested and moved to and fro and something hard was whacked at his ass.He was fallen from his bed.He was dreaming.It takes him 2 minutes to get the realization that  it was one the worst nightmares.The tender voice of his Mom reached his ears which proved he was dreaming.

"Wake up fast.See  I've got a surprise for you.Yesterday the protest you and your friends did against Corruption to support Anna-Hazare movement in your college was being published in the newspaper.I'm screaming like hell to get you know this thing and here's your photo,published today in the newspaper.I surely assure myself,my son is going to do something big,not just for us but for the country as well.He is on the verge of making his nation developed.I'm happy to see you on the path of Humanity."

"Yes Mom,I'm following the path of Humanity and your son can never be selfish.",the only words he uttered just to see a convincing smile on her mom's face. 

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Coaching classes! (Part 2)

So here are the few solutions and methods which will surely benefit us to fight against such scams and will certainly help us to make our educational system better and efficient.

  • A proper database of students should be maintained like how many total students coaching ing classes increasing day by day.


    • Fees must be taken by coaching classes on monthly basis and not in one go.This word 'Lumsum payment' should be abolished.It will help students to decide whether they are comfortable with the guidance given at coaching or not,and will also help students and their parents to decide whether coaching classes are fulfilling their requirements or not,or their money is simply going in vain that will further help to think them to invest their money for next month.
    • A proper database of students should be maintained like how many total students coaching institutes will coach for IIT next year.
    • Awareness must be spread.Question yourself,why coaching classes have not grown up in US for institutions like MIT??.Are those who are studying in MIT not interested in retaining Academic Excellence of the institution.Off course they do but they lack the idea of such an innovative Business like Indians.If MIT does not need coaching classes why does IIT need???..think logically...
    • There must be research available to know exactly the impact of coaching classes on the student's academic performance or the psychological,intellectual and physical repercussions.
    • A student himself should understand that spoon feeding and short-tricks which he learns from such institutes to beat exams are of no longer in use.Its only Hard work and Concepts that help him to enrich his knowledge.So basically student's dedication matters a lot.You can't make horse drink water,you only need is to take him to the river.
                         It is well known to everybody that the so called the most toughest exams in India..i.e.IIT-JEE has been successfully passed by the sons of a farmer,roadside stall owner,a mechanic,and a truck driver! Nothing left !Basically it is student's own talent,no teacher can make them sip the nector of traits of qualifying.All you need is a motivator,an instructor or a person to show the right direction that can lead students on the path of success.
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                         Well,this requirement of an instructor could be fulfilled by school teachers as well.There's no need of coaching classes for this purpose.All we need is 'trained and qualified teachers' in schools,not just 'housewives' who are very desperate and eager not to be called themselves just a 'housewife' anymore.I don't find a need to elaborate this particular point,the big monkey like grin on your blessed faces says it all.:P.You got my point i guess :D



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    P.S.:Well  I'm actually going to open some coaching classes in future and make a huge amount of money.Lol,just kidding..but isn't it a good idea? Ah! Don't answer that! :P

    Sayonara!

    Coaching classes! (Part 1)

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                             2011 IIT-JEE results blow the whistle and this rat race has begun once again.A rat-race of getting into the prestigious colleges like IIT.Because of it the publicity and advertisements of this so-called-'coaching classes' are once again at peak.Well,calculating the number of coaching classes opened recently in few years will be a hard nut to crack.It is spreading like weeds in a small pond all over the country.
    There must be certain reasons because of his immense growth of coaching classes,lets have a look on them first.

    • God forbid me if I'm wrong but the most chief factor of this tremendous growth of coaching classes is due to parental pressure on children.Most of the parents(..yes,well educated :P)are insane about their children doing well,earning grades and getting into a so called prestigious institutes like IIT.Somehow,their extra possessiveness and insecurity favours this growth.


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    Parental Pressure..!!!

    • There are many myths and false presumptions regarding IIT.Most of the people consider it to be the toughest exam in India which could never be cleared without coaching classes.
    • Lust of earning money as soon as possible make people believe that their lust can be fulfilled completely only if they get into well renowned institutes,which can be possible on via coaching classes.Money oriented people find it easy to compromise their dreams and ambitions just to get into IIT with any of the course they are allotted,I mean any of the branch which they even don't think of in their dreams.
    • Population growth and Unemployment are the baffling problems in India,and in this cut-throat race people are ready to invest their money in coaching classes.(even poor people somehow afford it by various lucrative means provided by such coaching centers)
    • Lack of self-confidence and courage in young generation is also an important factor.Coaching classes can easily make students a 'dependent machine'.Actually,students themselves tend to rely on somebody else to teach them concepts.Students find it difficult to remain active and focused,they want a push from somebody else,and if its not from parents or school side,it requires coaching classes to do so.
    • India is a rural country,no doubt.The teachers in the government schools are never present in school.They run a side business during the day and have tuition's for their own class students in the evening.(it happens in urban areas as well).This so called 'side bussiness' is increasing the growth of coaching classes all the day in day out.
    • Whether I should consider it an asset or not but it no denying the fact that we Indians are good businessmen.We know the tricks to catch the nerves of people.We advertise ourselves according to the way we want.In Indore itself,we have AC class-rooms in coachings' without any proper criteria of attendance.I mean WTF they want from students to do in AC class rooms,off course educations has no such need,basically its a good source of glamorising their place.'Clever Indians' or 'Selfish Indians'..whatever have made coaching classes a good cup of tea for all category of students and therefore it is spreading like a forest fire.
            These are many more reasons of growth of coaching classes  in India at an immense rate.My next post will be regarding the control measures that should be adopted to tackle such problems.

    Sayonara!