Do u know what force is?? A film freak says its john’s endeavor into 8 packs but an engineer says force=m*a. I said the same ,we said the same but struggled reasoning why it was. Teachers advice that the A-grade strategy of learning concepts was to envision a tapestry…. Imagined a highly accelerated fist of mass M hitting the cheeks of the villain that would produce a force F. This was simple small and cushy.IMAGINE a complex equation like "THE SCHRODINGER'S EQUATION"
Ufff tough it was.But we were diligent enough to conceptualize thousands of similar equations. Then came Mr. exam- plague. To envision in a similar manner n write overbearing no of questions asked would take a day, apparently impossible for the given 3 hours. So we were told failed. We became inferiors. We seemed as joke among jokers who could ctrl+c(from brain) ctrl+p(to paper) despite knowing why they sculpted each word on paper. We were convicted insanely. We were asked to FAKE OUT knowledge aka memorize to survive. The “EFFECTIVE WAY” of turning into an adept in faking was to practice by repeated writing of answers. Now we started to become a 5-SENSE COMPUTER with my brain-stack popping data whenever called. Sometimes we had opportunities to exude our 6th sense by judging the length of the ball bowled in cricket or when one could sketch a picture of a frog jumping out of a pond with articulate details, or when one could emote the feelings of a man who had just seen his seen his child die on his lap. But we were never rated for our expertise and so we were not valued in the community, we never had an option but to recline on our position as a computer with sub-zero comfort.With the return MR. exam-plague back again for our boards fear crept in. We walked over the fire-bed of exams. We gave our life out to escape exile n we tasted so called success. But that was the first tastes of bitter relentless pain. We were given free passes to walk on the fire-bed for 8 semesters. I m almost totaled crossing a nibble now. To cross a byte not just a bite but the whole of our perseverance is gonna be swallowed!!!We are doomed!!If ur kiddo had a rhythm in banging his lunch box and if that made ppl shake there heads revere him. U will be cited as the genitor of a musician. If ur son was capable of reeling stories instantly out of simple incidents then a story-writer is in the making. Life is not just physics chemistry and mathematics.U will understand our pain only when your stature is rated based on ur ability to sing a song. U ll mange to stack the lyrics into ur RAM using “the effective way”, but u would howl the song instead of crooning. Finally ending up being a joke like how we are now.“Saari umru ham mar mar ke ji liye”(we have lived dying every moment). Even if u r given sunshine or rain u cannot grow up again. At least “apne bachon ko ji ne dho”(allow the future to live friends”). SUCCESS is not in FORCING ur child to FORCE his life out to study FORCE=M*A, but to FORCE your belief onto his talent which would never FORCE A FORCED smile on his face!!!!!!!Inspiration: Douche bags who framed state board school of learning, “give me some sunshine” album-3 idiots and ARR musicals.
