Guiding star.

Our system has successfully snubbed another honest voice. But remember there are thousands of more souls who look for our support to breathe. On this sad moment I want to share one my experience:

Around six months back, there were number of sand lorries passing through our layout starting from midnight till dawn. The road in front of my home is parallel to Kanakapura Road. The Talaghattapura police station on the Kanakapura Road is about a kilometre from my house. So the sand lorries used our layout road to bypass the police station, and thus enter the city. It was really a nightmare without sleep- nights after nights. Our layout residents joined together, discussed lengthy plans along with number of teas and coffees [with sugar and sugarless!] to stop this menace. Nothing worked even after 10 days. I was really fed up with this and on a Sunday morning went alone to Talaghattapura police station to lodge a complaint. The police inspector welcomed me gracefully and lent a patient ear to my miseries. He said no one had approached him so far about this. In low voice he explained to me about the illegal sand mafia and the powerful people behind it. He said, “I will give you my mobile number. As soon as the first lorry starts, please give me a call; because if I deploy police then, they will send messages that they have been stopped by the police . I will send another Jeep to the entering point and seize the lorries . Let us try”. Feeling hopeful, I called him at 12.30 AM [From my husband’s mobile, what if he stores my number! don't trust officers !!]. Believe me, there were 25 lorries that night as against 40. I continued it for a week. And the problem stopped permanently. Later when I met him to thank him, he said they can take actions only if the public lodges a complaint.

I know that sand business as such hasn't stopped because of my complaint. They would have discovered another route to play. But all I want to say is our officers need our support to repair this corrupt system. There are still thousands of lights still shinning bright. Let us put our hands together as one. RAVI, May your soul become a guiding star.

Exam.... Exam

Had it been my rule I myself would have given them books inside the exam hall to copy and write,” - Mr. Lalu Prasad

Though his words are to be taken with a pinch of salt, it invoked few thoughts within me.

March being the exam month, every day I am witnessing the anxious parents, stressful students and worried teachers. I came across many students who brought chits with answers to the exam room. When they are caught, often the reason would be – “In spite of studying hard I couldn’t memorise this answer” , “There is no one to help me at home” or “what if I  lose  the class topper position ?” Their tearful eyes and “Ma’am please don’t tell my parents”…..plea pricks me and even threatens me.

The whole purpose of education is to make the child aware of the basic concepts. But along the way a lot of stress is added and it goes deep into their personality. In fact, when I am too tired mentally/physically myself, I often wake at midnight seeing a dream - where I am in an exam hall with a question paper and realise that I have prepared for a different subject. Sometimes I would not have written a single answer and the school bell rings, or results are declared and I have failed miserably, and so on…..

But where is the solution? The chances of our education system bringing open book method till secondary level are next to impossible. So we should help our children to face the exams in a cheerful spirit. Can we not totally stop them playing during exams? Can we talk less about marks and future plans at home? Can we educate them about the importance of knowledge to be gained rather than money? Can we ourselves keep away from the T.V and smart phones thus teach our children by setting an example?

After all our children are our future and they deserve a stress free, happy and joyful childhood. What do you say?...