“You should be able to spell ‘ginger’ even if I wake you up from your sleep”, said my mother. I was busy memorizing spellings for a test the next day. Painstakingly, I wrote each spelling three times and then my mother took a mock test. Then we would both recite a poem. Then read a lesson from the text book. With variation in technique my mother made sure I studied all my subjects that too within a specified time limit. Then, I was free to play the rest of the day. I was then nine years old.

By the time I was twelve years, I knew how to study each subject. I could study ‘on my own’. (That is about fort years back.) In those times, taking tuition was considered below dignity and a matter of shame.

Whatever effort my mother put in to make me aware (without my knowing) to learn the art of studying, enjoy it without making it a burden in most of the cases. Anything you did not understand, you read a number of times and discussed with your parent, teacher or even a friend. We were taught to find a way.

It is no wonder that today’s generation finds it intimidating to find their way through the maze of daily homework. They are constantly ‘taught’. Either in school or by their ‘tuition teacher’. Where is the time to learn?

Most parents are educated enough to guide their wards. Investing time is what is necessary. But lack of awareness among parents and the will to discipline their own lifestyles and motivate their children through their presence is the main hurdle.

Hopefully, as a society, we will change and the coming generations will pace their lives to something where they have time to reflect and ‘Wait and Watch” at some ‘Leisure” at least.

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