"Finally I got admission for my child in the school I was trying!" Father said proudly to friend.
"Oh really! How wonderful! LKG, right?" asked the friend.
Father nodded. "Paid Rs 1.25 lakh."
The friend gaped. "Oh!"
"They have said the moment they have a seat free, they will give my daughter a seat too, in class II."
"And how much for that?"
"Oh, the school is very reasonable. The same Rs. 1.25 lakh."
The friend gulped. His child was eight months old. If he had to try for admission in this school two years down the line, he wondered how much he would have to pay!
When the daughter got through too, the father was ecstatic.
**
A year later, the father came to the friend. "Do you remember a school your sister mentioned - where they have mixed class groups for normal and borderline children?"
The friend frowned. "Yes..." he said puzzled. "Someone looking for such a school?" He noticed the care lines on his friend's face. "Why are you looking so down?" he asked.
The man shook his head. "My daughter... She is not able to cope with the syllabus. She is too playful, it seems, and doesn't pay attention in class. The teacher suggested I consult a counselor. The counselor did a test on her and she said my daughter may be hyperactive."
The friend frowned. The symptoms sounded just like the Father had been when he was a student. "Why don't you get a second opinion?"
"I did," the father said, dejected. "But that lady gave an inconclusive report and the school punched holes in that."
"So?"
"I don't want my daughter to struggle and feel she is a failure," the father said.
The friend felt that she had already been branded one. "So?"
"So, the school suggested I find another school for her. They had the best interest of the child in mind."
The friend inhaled deeply. Whose best interests, he wondered. The school would replace this child with another, and pocket another 1.25 lakh, if that was still the going rate. "So you want to go with their verdict?"
The father turned to him with a haunted look. "My wife is unable to cope with the complaints from school. We are so focused on her that we almost neglect our son."
The friend shook his head in sympathy. "I will find out," he assured the father.
The relief in the father's eyes when the second school accepted the child was so immense, that he didn't even mind paying Rs 50000 for getting admission in class 4 for his daughter.
"Oh really! How wonderful! LKG, right?" asked the friend.
Father nodded. "Paid Rs 1.25 lakh."
The friend gaped. "Oh!"
"They have said the moment they have a seat free, they will give my daughter a seat too, in class II."
"And how much for that?"
"Oh, the school is very reasonable. The same Rs. 1.25 lakh."
The friend gulped. His child was eight months old. If he had to try for admission in this school two years down the line, he wondered how much he would have to pay!
When the daughter got through too, the father was ecstatic.
**
A year later, the father came to the friend. "Do you remember a school your sister mentioned - where they have mixed class groups for normal and borderline children?"
The friend frowned. "Yes..." he said puzzled. "Someone looking for such a school?" He noticed the care lines on his friend's face. "Why are you looking so down?" he asked.
The man shook his head. "My daughter... She is not able to cope with the syllabus. She is too playful, it seems, and doesn't pay attention in class. The teacher suggested I consult a counselor. The counselor did a test on her and she said my daughter may be hyperactive."
The friend frowned. The symptoms sounded just like the Father had been when he was a student. "Why don't you get a second opinion?"
"I did," the father said, dejected. "But that lady gave an inconclusive report and the school punched holes in that."
"So?"
"I don't want my daughter to struggle and feel she is a failure," the father said.
The friend felt that she had already been branded one. "So?"
"So, the school suggested I find another school for her. They had the best interest of the child in mind."
The friend inhaled deeply. Whose best interests, he wondered. The school would replace this child with another, and pocket another 1.25 lakh, if that was still the going rate. "So you want to go with their verdict?"
The father turned to him with a haunted look. "My wife is unable to cope with the complaints from school. We are so focused on her that we almost neglect our son."
The friend shook his head in sympathy. "I will find out," he assured the father.
The relief in the father's eyes when the second school accepted the child was so immense, that he didn't even mind paying Rs 50000 for getting admission in class 4 for his daughter.