Thursday, May 23, 2019
Children, Children and more children- Stories from Sirohi
Children, Children and more children.
Parent Teachers Meeting at the school and generally, parents need to go to class and visit teachers. I followed one parent when they came to 8th class and a lot of other kids also joined. Parents spoke to the teacher. Nodded for everything the teacher was mentioning. "Send the kids to the school. Attendance is important."
Yes for everything. And they go to the next class, 6th. Nodded for everything the teacher was mentioning. "Send the kids to the school. Attendance is important. Listen to the report card when the kids read. Nod for everything.
And later, they move into 5th class. I joined them walking around and asked the kid if all the kids who are around them are their siblings. And yes, 7 kids. And each one is in a different class.
Seeing those kids studying 8th, 6th, 5th, 4th, 3rd, 2nd,1st and so on. I was wondering what's one take on population. Family of 10 people barely able to meet the needs and I am a skeptic of creating an environment for them to study and have a good childhood.
I always heard that our older generation didn't have an education, that's the reason they had huge families. Looking at these families, I suspect that prejudice.
I wish that these kids do not commit the mistakes their parents did. The moment they begin to think and act, then I see the purpose of education is being fulfilled. In what way do we see the purpose of education?
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