The phase of anguish

Dear Sir, I heard a lot about your school and I want to share something with
you. There are so many things with which my life is evolving around. And,
every day I wake up surrounded by an obscure vision and hindrance. To
describe my squeal, I need to introduce myself at first. My name is Sunita Sen,
30 years old housewife. I am blessed with a son, named Aryan Sen. He is 6
years old. We belong to a middle class family. My husband, Rakhesh Sen owns
a tailoring shop. Both of us suddenly trap in the midst of turmoil for our son's
admission. I want my son to get admitted in your very institute, ................... I
am feeling helpless in this situation because before that I have been wandering
from pillar to post to put up my son in a school for his formal education.

My husband hardly gets time to go anywhere but he always supports me in

every situation. As a mother, I took the responsibility of my child's future. I was
enquiring about schools in my known circles which will be best. One day, one
of my neighbors informs me about a school which is one of the renowned
schools and it is a dream for every mother to get admission for her child in a
school where the future of a child will be secured. I was very elated when I
came to know about the school and rushed to get admission form. On 20 th
October 2016 I started off early in the morning then I took a bus from
Shyambazar to reach Ramrajatala and was sitting alone, from the next
stoppage a lady got on the bus and sat beside me and smile at me, so I did too
and turned my face outside the window and watching the hue and cry; the
blithe faces of urchins: the clarion of the hawkers….. Suddenly, that lady
asked me how I am doing. That moment was ineffable and I kept staring at her
for a moment. I was unresponsive for few seconds and then I get back my
composure again and recognized her as one of my childhood friends but
couldn’t able to recapitulate her name – I said sorry for being engrossed in my
own world. She said, “you forgot me? I’m Bimala from Charuchandra School.
Remember?” I asked for an apology. She asked me where I was going, I replied
her with haste as my halt came and I had to get down. When I realized that I
forgot to ask about her and take her number – it was too late. With a sigh! I
started walking towards the school. When I reached outside the school, I saw
there was a long queue. I was standing in the queue and waiting for my turn.
In the meantime, I made some friends and after few conversations, I came to
know that they are also in a precarious situation as me. The time has come
when I got the chance to get into the office and collect the form. But all my
dreams went in asunder when I came to know the admission procedure will be
based on parents as well as child’s interview. Both my husband and I go jittery
in the name of interviews. But, still, we thought that we should give it a try to
see what’s going to be next and somehow we managed to face the interview.
From that very day, I started preparing my child with all my efforts and the
best resource to perform well in the interview and we were also started
researching on probable interview questions. The day came for the interview on
29th October 2016. With awe and palpitation, we entered the room with my
child. First, the principal took the interview of my child. The questions were
very simple but I found that he was unmindful and started fumbling. We
became very nervous but we gave our best. We were waiting for the result with
alacrity. During my daily grinds, there is always a single thing where my mind
lingers that is about my son. Finally, the day came, we went to know the
result. The respected principal Mrs. Esha Ghosh called us and humbly said
sorry as my child not got selected. I felt the fulguration of deep dolour. I
gathered courage and asked for the reason. Mrs. Esha Ghosh said that Aryan
is not actually ready to get admission and he needs basic concepts, proper
guidance; otherwise he cannot learn in the group. I was disheartened and
didn't know what to do next. But, after overcoming the situation, I started
gathering the information again.

I found a school in my locality which also provides basic quality education and
takes great care of children. On 10th, November I went to get admission form.
Again I was standing in the queue but there was a difference in my attitude as I
was reluctant to talk to anyone in the queue and share my experience. Again I
came to know the admission procedure will on the basis of interview…. I felt
like – not again. But, Rakhesh and I again prepared our son. I noticed that he
can grasp new things easily; it is not like that he can’t understand anything.
We went for the interview on 20th November. At that time he was completely
reluctant to answer any question. In that situation as a mother, I felt
impuissant. It was obvious, Aryan missed the boat. Now I feel as a mother I am
nescient to provide necessary supports to my child. Or should I upgrade myself
to guide my child and how to help him out of this situation? The failure of my
child is a failure of mine. Now, I really don’t know what to do as I am off my
rocker. You may fleer at me while you are reading this out or maybe you think
that why I am portraying this trivial matter with accentuation. It is a dream of
every mother to provide the best education so that he can mould his future in
his own way. Is my child really not eligible to get admission? Is the merit
should be judged on the basis of the interview? As a mother I feel, he needs a
proper guide to developing his skills and come out of his comfort zone to face
everything. And I think he can do that if you allow him to be a part of your
institute and learn along with other children. It is an ardent request from a
mother.

The phase of anguish

Dear Sir,

I heard a lot about your school and I want to share something with you. There are so many things
with which my life is evolving around. And, every day I wake up surrounded by an obscure
vision and hindrance. To describe my squeal, I need to introduce myself at first.

My name is Sunita Sen, 30 years old housewife. I am blessed with a son, named Aryan Sen. He
is 6 years old. We are from a middle class family. My husband, Rakhesh Sen owns a tailoring
shop. Both of us suddenly trap in the midst of turmoil for our son's admission. I want my son to
get admitted in your very institute, ................... I am feeling helpless in this situation because
before that I have been wandering from pillar to post to put up my son in a school for his formal
education.

My husband hardly has any time to stand in long queues for submissions. As a mother, I share a
larger  responsibility for my child's future and took to research from my relatives and friend
about best schools and options. One of my neighbours informed me about ongoing admission at
one of the renowned schools. It is a dream to get our child admitted in a school where the future
prospects are brilliant. I was elated when I came to know about the school and rushed to collect
the admission form.

On 20 October 2016 I started off early in the morning then I took a bus from Shyambazar to
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reach Ramrajatala and was sitting alone, from the next stoppage a lady got on the bus and sat
beside me and smile at me, so I did too and turned my face outside the window and watching the
hue and cry; the blithe faces of urchins: the clarion of the hawkers….. Suddenly, that lady asked
me how I am doing. That moment was ineffable and I kept staring at her for a moment. I was
unresponsive for few seconds and then [when] I got my composure back again and recognized
her as one of my childhood friends but couldn’t able to recapitulate [recollect] her name – I said
sorry for being engrossed in my own world. She said, “You forgot me? I’m Bimala from
Charuchandra School. Remember?” I asked for an apology [apologized]. She asked me where I
was going heading to, I replied her with /\a haste as my halt stop came and I had to get down.
When I realized that I forgot to ask about /\for her and take her number – it was /\ already too late.
With a sigh! I started walking towards the school. When I reached outside the school, I saw there
was a long queue. I was standing in the queue and waiting for my turn. In the meantime, I made
some friends and after few conversations, I came to know that they are also in a precarious
situation as me. The time has come when I got the chance to get into the office and collect the
form. But all my dreams went in asunder when I came to know the admission procedure will be
based on parents as well as child’s interview. Both my husband and I go jittery in the name of
interviews. But, still, we thought that we should give it a try to see what’s going to be next and
somehow we managed to face the interview. From that very day, I started preparing my child
with all my efforts and the best resource to perform well in the interview and we were also
started researching on probable interview questions. The day came for the interview on 29 th

October 2016. With awe and palpitation, we entered the room with my child. First, the principal
took the interview of my child. The questions were very simple but I found that he was
unmindful and started fumbling. We became very nervous but we gave our best. We were waiting
for the result with alacrity. During my daily grinds, there is always a single thing where my mind
lingers that is about my son. Finally, the day came, we went to know the result. The respected
principal Mrs. Esha Ghosh called us and humbly said sorry as my child not got selected. I felt the
fulguration of deep dolour. I gathered courage and asked for the reason. Mrs. Esha Ghosh said
that Aryan is not actually ready to get admission and he needs basic concepts, proper guidance;
otherwise he cannot learn in the group. I was disheartened and didn't know what to do next. But,
after overcoming the situation, I started gathering the information again.

I found a school in my locality which also provides basic quality education and takes great care
of children. On 10 , November I went to get admission form. Again I was standing in the queue
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but there was a difference in my attitude as I was reluctant to talk to anyone in the queue and
share my experience. Again I came to know the admission procedure will on the basis of
interview…. I felt like – not again. But, Rakhesh and I again prepared our son. I noticed that he
can grasp new things easily; it is not like that he can’t understand anything. We went for the
interview on 20 November. At that time he was completely reluctant to answer any question. In
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that situation as a mother, I felt impuissant. It was obvious, Aryan missed the boat. Now I feel as
a mother I am nescient to provide necessary supports to my child. Or should I upgrade myself to
guide my child and how to help him out of this situation? The failure of my child is a failure of
mine. Now, I really don’t know what to do as I am off my rocker. You may fleer at me while you
are reading this out or maybe you think that why I am portraying this trivial matter with
accentuation. It is a dream of every mother to provide the best education so that he can mould his
future in his own way. Is my child really not eligible to get admission? Is the merit should be
judged on the basis of the interview? As a mother I feel, he needs a proper guide to developing
his skills and come out of his comfort zone to face everything. And I think he can do that if you
allow him to be a part of your institute and learn along with other children. It is an ardent request
from a mother.