Friday, July 22, 2016

I SEE SCORES OF THE BEST CALLED SCHOOLS WHICH TO ME ARE THE GARBAGE CENTERS.

The unexplained pain stored in me at times gives me the severest jolt when I see a baby boy or a girl admitted gleefully by so called parents in schools for formal education .Whatever be their infrastructure and staffing will always be the worst .All of them join out of frustration and due to their compulsion for employment .I see scores of the best called schools which to me are the garbage centers.
Should the parents send their three years children for learning `A for apple ,`B for ball and `C for cat ......? Baba Baba black sheep and twinkle twinkle little star.....,2 ones are two.....?
What is the essential and finest emotional requirement of a child? What are their social and physical needs?
Can a school be better than the child`s home? Can the teacher be a better than the mother and father? Can the manager and principal be better than the grandfather and grandmother? Can the governesses and matrons be better than ants and uncle in a family?  Will a child of this age feel homely in a group of children with different mother lounges, tenderness, roughness and toughness accompanied with erratic behavior? Will there be no learning inhibition in such an environment?
Will not his free physical and emotional growth be marred in the newly found jail? Will he not miss his freedom of frankness and fearlessness of his back family ground?Their  Do`s and Dont`s victimize the the tender minds.

When should a child be put in a company of tasteful cum distasteful social and moral set of norms and back ground? It is too early and too dreadful to send them to schools? The inborn and aswell as acquired family taboos are jeopardized and vacuums left .  My daughters and son including their mother have been my students but never disciples. One can be proud of them and their good education but their outright rejection me as .....and preceptor is heavily un rewarding to all of us. My three year old grand son is sent to one such school to morrow against my wishes. 

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