Country of Origin, Virtues, Culture are never a choice of an individual when he/she is born. Its either decided by fate (for the people who believe in it) or Decided by parents as they choose our country of our birth by residing there and accepting the country and culture and the virtues of that land learned by them.
As a Science student, It was very difficult for me to read the books on HISTORY and CIVICS. ‘Homo Sapiens Sapiens’ i.e in common name HUMAN was initially a Nomad, which in general term means wandered from place to place for food. Where there are more animals which cannot be controlled, he declared himself that it is a danger area and should not be using for hunting/ collecting food. Where the area is favourable has enough water, food and convenience to spend life, he decided to stay there. A place where he feels safe.
Colonization came along and thus came rule of dominance. Area Division and then exploration of new area. Mapping, and then Country Division. But on roots I stilled believed that the Whole earth is mine and I am allowed to go where ever I wish to.
Then down the learning of my school I was introduced to Alliance and Competitive Countries, I was introduced to history of WORLD WAR I and WORLD WAR II, all a fight of India Vs Pakistan, India Vs China. It was all resemblance to fighting what NOMAD use to do, in early days. To prove Dominance and to fight for Resources. In groups attacking other groups. My most of the untold stories are not me constructing something new. But it is about how I was the part of something which already existed. And I am slow learner. Thus Untold stories are moments where I learned something from pre-existing things around us. So coming back to my story, How it started:
This is partially my memory and partially told by my parents as they were there to observe. On My 2nd year of Kindergarten, Independence day of INDIA, I participated/ forcely pushed by my class teacher SUSHILA Madam to participate in Flag Hosting Ceremony. Every child learn about his/her country long way back in his upbringing. But the moment of realization differs. For me this might be the day. Me as a small boy dressed all white and white was asked to March in a team of three towards the flag with the General Manager who was going to Hoist the Flag. Before the ceremony teacher came and pinned an INDIAN flag on to my left pocket. My mother described that I was very happy and stood in a proud alert position. The flag was hoisted, and Everyone present there started singing the National anthem together. though practiced a lot but I did not know the lyrics of my own National anthem at that time. But the words, “Jana Gana Mana Adhinayak Jai Hai” sounded very powerful when I was given something to hold to. I was constantly looking at the paper flag pinned to my shirt’s pocket and then looking at the flag up in the air, spreading its charm. Towards the end of National Anthem when people started saying, “Jaya hai, Jaya Hai, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hai” Goose bumps were on my hands and I still remember in a proud voice I raise my hand and Said “JAI HIND”

That day the seed of patriotism was set to my set to my heart. The feeling to belonging to country or being a part of something may be beyond my understanding for now but powerful and positive. My little eyes and small brain observed that this song brings people together. Race, Colour, Class, Cast, Sex and Age are kept aside when this song is sung.
Years after when I came to Australia, and being part of Suncorp/Spotless team. While working, I was able to watch Matches here. I was also enough fortunate to be a part and member of Gold Coast V8 by team National Workforce. People having different state of origin and supporting different team having a opposition in sports spirit were able to bring together when the AUSTRALIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM was sung. This time from my point of view, though the lyrics differed than the song I learned in India but People are being brought together when the words “Australian all Let us Rejoice. For we are Young and Free” were sung. The same expression, proud togetherness what I have observed back in people’s attitude in India, I was able to observe here. The feeling of Belonging together. My heart was the same as it was in Kindergarten. I don’t know much about this country but I need to learn the lyrics of this song to join something big and positive.

Previously a simple white cloth is of worth nothing, but painted in right combination of colours becomes a Nation’s Flag, An imaginary thinking of belonging to togetherness. Something to hold on to. When Hoisted on top or Projected on Big Screen, people come together under one name. Sing a particular song and feel the moment of togetherness. I was able to connect to Indian National flag, I was able to Connect to Australian National Flag. But I am still searching for a Flag which may unite all living Humans under ONE NATION. Nation of Humanity which may even if by decimal value but may have power to remove the possibility of World War III

My scientific thinking will always be with me I guess, Like No Mad one day People might choose side and fight for dominance again. And then afterwards Humans will find a place, “A PLACE SAFE FOR LIVING” and I will call that As My Country In Future !!!!

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In my engineering life, Having your own birthday cake was some what very difficult job. Not because it was less, but it was excess in your mouth. But in the same time, having a cake in someone else birthday was an Mission Impossible task. To explain this I made my own cake theory.
But to explain cake theory you must know what use to happen in my university days.

Birthday Boy was well prepared that his ass is going to get kicked just after he cuts the cake. We use to celebrate the extreme version of “Birthday Bumps”
The next thing to be noted is the cake use to be so big and if distributed properly would be enough to be eaten by by everyone present on the birthday and the cake will also remain for more guest.
Now before the cutting of cake, A sentence was to be spoken by someone or the other. I called that person as Politician. The sentence was, “Keep calm the cake will be distributed evenly to all.”

Finally the time came when the cake cutting ceremony began.
At this time every person attending the party knew very well whats going to happen next. Or had a pre assumption that what will happen next. Two thoughts run in your mind at once…

(1) Skepticism: What if the politician was lying. What if everyone don’t get the equal cake piece. What if the politician only who is standing close to cake will have all biggest piece of cake for himself.
(2) Greed: What if I get the bigger piece.

These two thought determined the next action. In only 20 seconds of the cake being cut, or sometimes when only in the time when the knife was touched to the the cake, Every one use to grab a hand on to the cake. Trying to get the biggest piece.
Some use to win in getting and some were left with no cake at all. Yes and many a time Politician end up getting the biggest piece of the cake.

Overall I had to mention that we use to enjoy this ceremony cake after cake, Party after party. Everything in the above description was for fun. I call it best days of my life.
But one thing which I dint realize till very late was Cake after cake, party after party, we installed the two thoughts stronger and stronger into our system. After every party The thought of Skepticism and Greed became stronger. But it happened worse when the 1st thought of Skepticism became into Fear
Fear of not getting the cake at all. And after that everyone joined the race. Getting the bigger piece or no peace at all.

Previously we use to run the thoughts in our mind now the thoughts turned into believes and they run us.
Same analogy we started following in our life strategies. When the time of Application of Jobs came or Exploration of carrier options came. The cake theory came to existence.

The two mere thoughts of Disbelief over equality and Greed over resources made us who we are today.
Today its difficult for common man to trust the Politician as by default he/she believes that just like the cake is not going to be distributed equally. The resources, jobs, rights or anything will not be justified and given to everyone. May be the politician will end up getting the biggest share.
Its even difficult to control over greed. I want to have the highest Bank Balance. Sometimes I even forget when to put limit to this greed and call myself rich and stop running for wealth.

No I am not a preacher of any policy. Neither I came to ignite the hope of faith. I am explaining what the current scenario is. And I made a Cake Theory to explain to my future kid with as ease that Why people are behaving the way that they are. And in the end I will give the responsibility to my kids and my next generation. With a simple question to be asked, thought we failed oh my son/daughter but,

Can you change who we are ?????

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In my school days, I was fortunate to join Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE) for my 12 years of education. The first three years you are made to believe that the books will guide you and make your future. Study those and pass the examination. Now a days there is a rule that no student will ever fail till he/she is in class Vth but in my time students use to…but that’s another story.
I believed the concept of books for education when I joined the prestigious institution and was driven by fear of failure. But more than that I started believing when the basic SCIENCE came in my studies as a subject. SCIENCE is a way of learning, systematic thinking or in simple words Learning by observation and experimentation.
I like the concept of books more when I was exposed to basic puzzles by the statements in the Science text books like “GO look into your Garden and find a Banana Tree, compare the leaves of a Banana tree with a Mango tree. Do you OBSERVE any difference?”
When books connected me to life outside, I was more and more interested in the books and believed them as a sole medium of learning. Reading books became my hobby which is still difficult to get rid of 🙂 I was so into books that on my 10th pre-finals I went late to class and I was reading “The Three Little Pigs by AGATHA Christie” My English teacherSrinivasan Thoppe asked me stop reading a novel and focus on Exam.
But getting away form interesting books was unfortunately impossible for me. The first strike something deviated form my studies was when the concept of THE GOBAR GAS PLANT” came to my text book. Gobar Gas plant is a Bio-Technology where to sustain the use of over produced cow dung in India, the Cow dung is fermented in a Giant Vessel and the outlet form the top of Vessel has a funnel like structure which collects gas so that this gas can be used in Household Cooking.
I was very amazed by the technology as in our house we use to use the LPG cylinders for cooking which contains compressed natural gas.
Based on the information I got in my text books I started exploring various nearby villages to see an actual Gobar Gas plant. My grandmother use to teach in a Village and I saw there only wood was used for cooking. Next I went to my Mom’s Brother’s village and asked Ratnarakshit Ramtekeabout the Gobar Gas Plant for which he was amused that it was never build in his village. His village was more developed and they used LPG cylinders for cooking and wood/coal for water heating. More and more I exposed to the villages, my hopes of finding the Gobar Gas Pant increased and by not finding them My expectations decreased. One day I by myself came to conclusion that Either the Book is very old or its so latest that its is not matching the real world outside.
After class XIIth I was again fortunate to listen to one lecture of Dr Avinash Upadhayae form Hislop College Nagpur where he explained that Its not always good to be a GOOD STUDENT. What comes out form a teacher’s mouth must not be 100% true. First we don’t re-question our teachers due the huge respect wall we created. Then we believed what he or she said is true as he read it for some book. And as a teacher was student some years ago, we are made to believe that what is written in books is 100% correct and we cannot re-question the books too. Books are written by humans like us. They are prone to make errors. Not updating those errors make at lest some generations to follow the same wrong or error-full concept which was typed as in that time the information was assumed to be true.
So don’t be a good student and ask question like WHY? How? Where? and When?

This was something like I learned to be “skeptical” and Always give yourself a chance for improving what the world thinks is the BEST. As today’s Best might be tomorrows an ordinary thing. Books are not 100% updated thus, Yes read them but have a strong skeptical mind to RE-QUESTION THEM when you have solid evidence.
With a skeptical positive mind, wishes for a wonderful new world ahead. Lest welcome the weekdays. Happy Start of the Week smile emoticon

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This is a stupid story of an unusual occasion, But still i believe worth sharing.
In my childhood I was the most disciplined boy. If someone ask me to sit in a corner of room keeping “Finger on your Lips” and I would do so.
Discipline and Rules were part of my lifestyle. These rules were giving shape to my thoughts until I started my own thinking. Or in other works someone showed me by pass route for not following all the rules and still remain happy
In the same world where I was living, My little sister who is 6 years younger than me, had a parallel universe. Her way of living was way different than mine. Rules were only important when someone forces them on her. And other times she use to do what she wants to and then be ready to face the consequences with an attitude of “What Worse Could Happen???

In late 90’s We had two televisions in our house. One was Colour CRT and other was Blank and White CRT. Plasma, LCD or LED were not even discovered by that time, or not being so popularised than common man can buy it as its is affordable now. My mom, sometimes being angry of certain things use to have strict rules like switch off the tv and go to bed or studies. Its exam time or tomorrow is some important event or other reasons which according to my thinking at that time were enough reasonable that I cannot re question them. I use to follow the same and off the television with half heartedness and sometimes cry out aloud in my room that I don’t have any freedom. Blame the system or convince myself that when my time come I will show her THE RULES.

Parallely 6 years later when my little sister was of the same age and the time came when these rules were to be imposed on her. She used a little trick. When my mom use to say “Dolly!! Switch off the TV”, Yes she used to switch off the TV and go to her room. But along with that, she use to read the timings of repeat telecast of the same episodes which she missed when mom didn’t allow her to watch the TV. The repeat telecast mostly use to be after 2am in night. She use to get up at that time when everyone is sleeping, Switch on the TV with very minimal volume and watch the full episode without waking up anyone. As she use to get up late next morning so everyone in the house knew what she did last night, But what has happened cannot be undone.
She use to get a scolding on the other day but she did what she has to.

After Years of this incident Me and my sister was talking about the same situations and the difference between my and her way of living styles that we followed in our childhood.
I was regretting that I missed all the TV episodes that I wanted to watch when I was small and my sis Kritika Milind Never missed to do what she wanted to..
In this discussion she asked me a simple question
“WERE YOU DETERMINED OF WHAT YOU WANTED?”
If yes then you will achieve it no matter what anyone else say to you.
You simply were not determined to watch them and you missed it.

The lesson was simple and even today I sometimes remember my Sister’s Mischief to motivate myself when people tell me not to do this or not to do that.

I am not motivating the youth to Break the rules set by government and follow your heart. I am saying that when you are DETERMINED of what you want, ways will be made out of nowhere. You will get the things of what you want. Only and only when you show enough Action to chase What you have dreamed of and Have a solid determination and faith that what you believe is Achievable. As the saying goes “WHERE THERE’S A WILL THERE’S A WAY”
Wishing you for all the various path you will be taking this week. Give your best..!!!!

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There is a good old saying, “A wise man kisses and Never Speaks”
So omitting the person’s name…here is the story how it happened:

It was my father’s birthday i.e, 19th November 2007 and she was my best friend (that’s what I assumed to be). My mind was between two different colleges of the renowned Nagpur University (Most Hated university by students of India because of impartiality plus teachers ego and politics). But one college was going to build my carrier(PIET) and the other had my heart in (DACN). I had a very strong crush on a girl and I was pretty confident that I will end up with my crush only. But shit happens and cyclone comes without intimidation…

Ok let me not confuse you more…!!! (Read my novel YULM and confusion will be clear…but till then….this is the story)

I tried my level best to express my feelings for the girl I like in my 1st College D.A.C.N but Every time I failed, I use to express my sadness to my best friend. I had no clue that time that the more time I am spending with my best friend; she was getting closer and closer to me. I assumed I am only expressing my views and even she use to tell up her past and screwed up stories to make me comfortable. She and I had great time talking hours with each other. Just the difference was, I wanted to talk about my crush and she wanted to talk about me.

On 19th November 2007, she came to my O.D.F Ambajhari Quarter (1/10/4) just to say hi as I was not much happy to leave a College and join the other one.
We had lunch together and as my sister did not like her much, we went up to the roof to sit and have conversation. I was showing her my old school which was easily seen from the roof of the house and was telling her all the past happy and sad memories I had with that place.

She started enjoying the conversation and got touchier to me. I was actually feeling awkward as had no feelings for her but cared about her a lot. Still in my mind I was sure that she is not the one, the one whom I want to spend my life with. I repelled to the physical closeness and started talking about other topics which will light the mood. At my teenage I was the person who shared most adult joke in the group but staying alone with her, I was most calm and composed person who avoided adult conversation at least when she is front of me.

We sat in the stairs going down to the house. She stated speaking more and more about “me”, “You’ and “US”
I started repealing the conversation and even sat a step away from her. I couldn’t remember the exact dialogues but she said, “You only talk adultery to people and when a bold girl like me is in front of you, you are just stepping away, just like a ‘scared cat’”

I replied “I am quite opposite of your description, so better be away form me”
She moved her head more close to me and said, “I don’t believe so.”
I moved my more closure and replied I don’t really care what you believe in.
She moved more close and said “I think you Dooooooo!!!!!!”

There was literally no more space for me to go close and say my next dialogue and with the fraction of second our lips collided. All my Chemistry, Mathematics, Science, Geography, History lesson were Failed in the moment of the touch of two lips. Eyes got self closed and the time was lost on the same moment.
I pushed her away thinking what if I have done. Instead of having my kiss with the right girl whom I want to spend my life with, I have kissed my best friend and spoiled two relations at once. One with my crush which seemed less possible now and one with my best friend as the relation will never be the same now.
But then lust continued in my mind and I forgot all the thoughts of above Para in the very moment. I kissed her again and welcome the Dooms Day…!!!!
My post of today is neither to promote anyone and nor to defame anyone. Today 25th May 2015, my best friend is married to her partner and I am with the real love of my life. We both are happy in our own and different path.
This just reminds me that all the teenage worries and plan I had, may be of no value at all. But overall if I can go back to past and give myself a warning I would have said,
Have patience, live each and every day of your life. Stop wasting your time in worrying for nothing, as Future is not happened yet, May the girl you kissed need not be compulsory your wife, may be the girl you have crush with is not meant for you at all. May be curse less the Nagpur University and PIET College, as may be the LOVE of YOUR LIFE is somewhere in near future…with a wrong guy waiting for her fate to join with you…in the same College you hate today….!!!!
In short,
JUST LIVE YOUR LIFE, YOU WILL BE FINE 😉
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Most of the students who enter school have exam fear or sometimes what we call as “Fear of Failure”
My fear were worse. I was a over-thinker student and Social Studies (though now my favorite) but that time was the subject of least interest to me. Every exams or unit test in Kendriya vidyalaya School had a compulsory attendance records. So plan of bunking the exam was an undefined variable to consider. I did attend most of my exams and passed with good grades except my primary schooling social examination. The examination paper was sent to my home to check and signed by my parents. Usually my parents never see my paper, they just observe the marks and then sign on the exam sheet. But this time the luck went out of my way.
My father carefully observed the exam answer sheet and then asked me a very simple question.
“Why you did not even attempt a single questions which involved drawing the borders of India maps and pointing some of the locations on the map”
The question was simple but the answer was not. I replied, “I want the India Map to be perfect as the picture is on the Text-Book. But I cannot make that picture. It looks funny when I draw the India Map”
He laughed and replied, “No one knows how to draw India map, Even I don’t.”
He took a white paper from his personal file and showed by drawing a rough sketch of India and then he started explaining me, Here on top is Jammu, on left is Gujarat, On middle…and so on….
No one expects you to be perfect and draw/replicate the work of the text book. Its ok to be imperfect. Up to a acceptance limit people will appreciate your views, your presentations and your work. THE INDIA YOU DRAW, THE INDIA YOU MAKE.
My little brain could not understand his lesson, but as he was an elder person and I was trained to follow the elders, I accepted his view point and on my next further examination, Passed with decent grade.

When I was very small, a BIG ANT with its giant cutter like teeth bit me as I found Ant was stealing sugar from my mom’s steel box.
I was in kindergarten or so and had very less understanding of the world outside, but for me the ant was my first and only enemy I had that time. My soft little hand were bitten by the ant and the cut was deep (according to that age’s mentality) and it started bleeding through my finger tip.
I had no response to it as I was taught in my kg that we should not kill animals, birds and any living organisms.
I cried a lot and went to my mom crying aloud asking Why did the Ant bit me ? Her reply was very simple that can be easily understood by a KG Student.
My mother explained:
The ant thinks you are big guy. And that little ant is scared of your presence around. In a scared situation, as a defence mechanism i.e for self protection, the ant bit you.

Most of the stuff we learn in our life are already present around us. We just need an eye of observation to see the change in our routine and give it a thought of realization that this concepts or things really exist. Its just like Gravity always existed but an Apple has to fall on NEWTON and make him realize of its existence. The concept of Mental Age is a similar phenomenon, but it took me time to observe or absorb the observation.

About two months ago when I started adding random friends to my account in Facebook, I had an opportunity to chat and express my views various age groups around. I was always afraid to talk to new people but amazed with the spicy thinking and concepts they have. I was talking to both Young and Old Brains (what I assumed) while chatting. And finally a day came when I had an chat with Holly Jones. Our first conversation might look stupid as it was somewhat discussion of age, science, education, life perceptive, relations and logics or sometimes common illogical thinking. She introduced me the concept of “THE MENTAL AGE” by asking me question at the end of the conversation, ‘Guess what must me my age”
My answer was simple, “Your thinking match to the young generation perceptive, You must be in Mid 20’s”
I was astonished to hear that she was no where close to my guess and I was actually talking to a School Going Girl.
She continued with the concept, that People sometimes by age may be different but due to environmental exposure and other factors like highly educated surrounding, peer pressure, competitive atmosphere may be mentally more mature than their physical age. Initially I was hesitant to accept this concept but that kid proved me wrong on various psychological conversations.

Another incident of yesterday night made me rethink about the concept. I work at Suncorp Stadium as Supervisor for food and retail distribution to viewers of various games. Their as I manage a store, all the staff come and report me of various incidents. A female in about age mid 30 came and complained to me that one of the other staff sprayed chemical oh her clothes and her pants are spoiled due to bleach now. The other staff who sprayed chemical was a Class Xth student. I have always seen kids complaining on some small things about the co-classmates and the mischief people do around. But this time a girl of mid 30’s complaining against teen was a new experience to deal with for me. Even when I talked this to concern authority above me the reply was same, and even they felt it little amused to observe and neglected the situation saying, “its just the kid’s playful age, leave small cases like this and focus on food production” I understood the the higher authority was talking about the ‘kids playful age’ but I was confused to whom they are referring to, the woman in mid 30 or the grade 10th kid as on/for that point, both had the same mental age.

Bell rings to my mind, the point of observation widened.

My mom Tejashri Milind is more comfortable in being friends with Teenage so her mental age might be compatible to a teen
My sister Kritika Milind though a teen but mentally nowhere close to a teenage. Her maturity of thinking and situation handling is more like of an adult.
Why compare the world, if I look into mirror, and check my own body, though I am of 25 now but mentally I am the same Class IX kid who is still observing the new planet with the peer pressure that “You have grown big now, BEHAVE !!!!” lol 🙂

So The new concept Which I observed recently was the Mental age and the Physical age may not be the same, and Adults are sometimes allowed to behave as kids and Similarly Kids sometimes behaves like adult have the capacity to make big decision in life. I am not saying believe and follow all the decisions what a kid makes, but with a open mind trust them, Give them a chance, You never know the small age person standing next to you may be Mentally lot lot older than what you think.
And every age person makes mistake in life, To err is Human !!! What worse could happen???? He he

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Today’s story is not exactly mine, but it happened just in front of my eyes, to someone very close to me.

In Primary Classes I had very less friends. Ravi Kiran​ was one of the species I could get along with. Academically not very strong, but he had the heart of Gold. I most of the time wanted to know Y he couldn’t excel academically to which one day his reply was, “I like to learn History, Mathematics and Science, but out of six subjects I have, I am forced to learn HINDI as I am not very good at it in writing skills, This made me focus more on HINDI and I have less time to learn the subjects That I am interested in. As I have less time to learn those subjects, I am getting weaker and weaker in other subjects too. I want to learn other subjects but I really have no time for that as everyone is Pin Pointing me that I am not good at learning HINDI.”
His additional words were, ” I belong to RAJPUT Family and this adds up to the bubble of pressure. I was raised my whole childhood here in Andhra Pradesh (an ex state of India which is now subdivided into Telengana, Rayala Seema and Andhra) and only the languages I learnt from childhood is Telugu. Now Not having knowledge of HINDI to a Rajput family is an insulting factor to me as well as my parents. Thus I have to learn HINDI and then I have to learn other subjects too.”

All the justification he gave to me seem logical but I did not trust even a single of what he said to me as I believed that its only his imagination that people are pin pointing him to learn HINDI, as its a national language and he is able to speak HINDI well so no one should pestered to Learn a National language, I guessed. Until one strange day

Mid day classes were going on where Hindi subjects was taught after the lunch break. Fortunately or unfortunately Ravi’s Father was called to school for his poor performance in Mathematics to meet the faculty. Exactly on the time when Ravi’s father was near the door to enter the class room, MRS. ARORA Madam our HINDI teacher asked Ravi to Read some chapter of text book, when he stumbled upon some words and she started scolding him in front of the class and in fact, in front of his father too which she was unaware initially, when his father entered the class and he introduced himself as he is Ravi’s Father, She continued her words about Ravi to him, “What kind of student don’t know HINDI when it is a National Language? Your son is so poor in HINDI that he failed all the unit exams which were conducted last month. I advice that he should not be allowed to come to this school, let him study in some other medium if he cannot manage here”

When this dialogues were going on in front of class, both of father’s and son’s head were down but a Rajput has already made a decision in his mind. And how so unrealistic the situation may be, but just two months before the final exam session, the only day of this conversation was the last day of my best friend in the school we studied together. His father took him out of the school very next day and admitted to some other institute which gave him penalty of losing one more year of his education, according to Education system of India.

As a child, I hated Mrs. Arora madam, as for me she did not play the role of a TEACHER properly and blamed the student for his failure. For me his going out of school was not a failure of one subject or two. But it was a failure of a PARENTS trust on his Child, It was failure of Parents Trust on Education system. Where even If it was my child being insulted in front of class just because he/she is not able to get satisfactory standard marks, were actually a teacher fails to teach that subject to my kid, I would probably take my kid out of the institution, as its not that my kid is facing the failure, it is that The INSTITUTION should learn standard in teaching and handling children as their minds are shapable to any direction if not guided properly.

For me Language are just mode of communication, Even today I try to learn more and more, not only various languages of India but also international Languages only with a spirit that it will make ‘me’ more accommodatable to various ‘communities of the world’. The barriers of communication are removed when we learn more languages and we are exposed to vast cultural diversity and people of various nation. Stories like above and others are just stores for us, but to the person who lived this story will definitely developed a harsh thinking towards various stages of learning, student life and language learning.

Some stories amuses you,some stories irritates you but some stories make you think, and I think this story is one of them which has to reach out to audience and let everyone at least give a thought: ARE WE MOVING IN RIGHT DIRECTION OF EDUCATION ?????

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In Indian schools, colleges and various educational Institutions, a Percentage Grade system is followed, Being a Kendriya Vidyalaya student, I faced both the % gradation system and Alphabetic Gradation system,
As an International university student I also faced the Pointer system of Gradation,
In any educational system the highest goal of any student is to achieve full on full marks academically. As it is believed that these so Called NUMBERS or PERCENTAGE are going to decide the future of the student who will become successful in his ‘WHOLE’ LIFE or NOT.

Personally I have seen both peaks of the Percentage system, My annual report card sometimes hold 98% result and during some years I also managed to mere Pass or sometime fail some unit and unable to clear the semester goal.

Sometimes I question myself That IS THAT I won the 98% or My Educational Teacher won the marks. DID I failed the Exam or MY TEACHER failed to interest me in the subject that I didn’t even managed to Pass his/her unit.

So Finally I decided to question HOW MUCH MARKS THE PROFESSOR GOT AS HE/SHE is EXPECTING US TO SCORE 90% and ABOVE MARKS?
and Even if he or she did score these percentage, is that necessary that I will score an GOOD PERCENTAGE and BE SUCCESSFUL in LIFE, or end my life exactly like my PROFESSOR teaching some bunch of students and continue the cycle.

Internally even after scoring high I felt Failure as I had very less friends. and When i had the quotient of friends then I had less marks and again i my teachers felt i am a Failure.

I lost my complete trust on EDUCATION SYSTEM till I met two different Professor one being Atul Bhagat​ teaching me subject that I had no interest on and Second Mr. ANAND RAJ the founder of HelpBIOTECH​ Academy teaching me subject that I could never master. Both indirectly taught me the concept of 60% Teacher.

A 60% Teacher is just an average Teacher or Student of Life who Inspires the class to score the 90% result but also Personally reaches the Academically weak or slow learners to build faith in THEMSELVES that these marks will not decide your future, and still build faith that TRY AGAIN “YOU WILL GET IT”

A 60% Teacher does not focus on Building a 98% scorers academy but in fact in real terms explains the students how to move forward in life when you face the failure in real situations outside academic walls and have the ability to stand up again, Face the world again, and say yourself in future

BRING IT ON
I am READY TO FACE IT
I am WILLING TO WIN…..!!!!!

Have you met a 60% teacher in your life????