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Examination of Life

Sessions on sessions
Start and end.
Classes after classes
come and go. 
The young,  vibrant visages of the students glow.
Beginnings are stress free. 
Alas! That joy isn't there to stay forever. 
Tests after tests,
units after units,
Periodics after periodics,
Mid Term to Pre- Board,
Pre- Board to Final,
life of students have so many gears.
From Kindergarten to Primary,
Primary to Middle, 
Middle to Higher,
Higher to Higher Secondary, 
passing classes after classes,
a child has to grow.
Challenges are thrown 
which are sometimes easily ,
Sometimes with a little effort are met.
Pressure is put
and Pressure is handled. 
Ultimately the small shoe size converts to the standard size.
Out of school premises soon the child realizes,
that from the pond he has taken a leap into a river,
The river of a back breaking competition.
The tougher is the examination at this juncture,
Since , the toughest is yet to be savoured.
Years after years skills are gained,
and whichever is the first opportunity to open the golden gate is grabbed.
Time is to mint the money 
While, life seems sweeter than the honey.
But,  wait ,wait, wait because within a month one is aware,
That this time plunge is out of the river straight into an ocean.
The ocean full of crocodiles and sharks 
Which are round the clock eyeing upon them to gulp them if they fail to make their mark .
Targets after targets are set,
deadlines after deadlines are defined.
Somehow,  almost all learn and before they could realize become a sprinter of a never ending race.
If  professional life is managed well
personal life gets affected. 
If expectations of all are met,
One's own dreams and desires are crushed.
Gradually this exam is also cleared,
when how to make a perfect balance is comprehended and implemented , at this toughest juncture. 
It's that point where if once a student halts and turns
to take a break, 
to inhale a breath, 
 nostalgia sets in
and by now a grown up person  realizes that life so far as a whole has been a battlefield difficult to win.
Then one ponders and wonders
wasn't life far so smooth, 
far so cool,
When in routine only one dress was worn i.e.the tidy school uniform ?
When there was always someone to teach and guide.
When there was always a bell to remind ,
Which was the right moment to move to the next subject.
The examinations  once they feared the most were so simple and easier to pass,
when syllabi was fixed,
When parents were there to take care of everything and all students had to do was to comb and set their hair.











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  1. True expressions....👍👏👏👏👏👏

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  2. Nice depiction of students journey

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  3. Really true...👍💐🙏🏻

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  4. Very true, present evolution, but doesn't get goal

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  5. There is no need to fear
    Because manika mam is here
    Best teacher in the 🌎
    Examination are easy because you teach us (10A5)

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  6. Nicely penned down mam

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  7. Extremely great....mtlb bohot bohot jyada acha lga yeh pdh ke ....aur aap sch mein talented ho...like yeh jis level ka apne likha h na...no words to define..bohot bohot jyada acha lga...♥️♥️

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