We cultivate seeds called dreams. strange thing is harvest is always a suspense thriller. But the fertilizers and pesticides remain the same. The inputs, machine and out put too remain the same. As long as the farmer sees the seed grow through his eyes and control he remains content. But Once a weed like me tries to interrupt in terms of productivity creativity and theories like " let the seeds flourish with vital inputs " then the farmer gets disturbed. Some one is trying to disturb the rich harvest he planned for. Some one is polluting the crop. so he builds fences and uses all he can to cut the "weed". Once harvested and ready for threshing He finds out that his crop is not what he dreamt. Finally the crop settles for a average price.
This i saw for years.with tears.
sometimes helplessness grips you like a polar cold wave where you can do nothing but bear the pain.
Its umpteen number of times- throughout my teaching career - i have seen students falling out with their parents.
Its really complicated to understand "Indian parenting"
cautious ambitious loving soothing crying admiring abusing condemning running ----I don't have more words.
Just now a parent asked me: how many teachers visit her class? whats my girls time table? Is tuition necessary? ......................... take it. the kid is in Nursery.
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