A Lesson From Homework
It is such a wonderful feeling watching proudly as a father, the two lovely
daughters growing up. Their every prank is a memory to cherish. Our eldest
daughter Nidhi was born in Diwali on Dhanteras, considered an auspicious day
for monetary gain. People usually buy gold on the day as a good omen for
prosperity through year. I don’t remember what I gained monetarily after that
but certainly she filled our life with immeasurable joy transcending monetary
considerations. She remained our focus, a single point attention and of course
our concern, fear. When Sanhita was born one of my relatives spontaneously said
it should have been a baby boy but we were very much happy and extremely
content with a girl with sharp features and beautiful oceanic shades in eyes.
We immediately felt humble and fortunate, thanking Almighty for blessing us
with the girl not just one but two.
It is now a great fun with
Sanhita graduating to a naughtier level as compared to Nidhi. She always takes
Nidhi for a ride, wants her to share everything but when it’s her turn she sits
on the decision often to the anger of Nidhi. I so enjoy all this that I just
don’t want to interfere, expect Nidhi to solve the conflict of interest as even
a small problem is a big issue for both. Being elder comes with some unwanted
sacrifices, a reason for the sound and fury emanating from Nidhi. Sanhita has a
knack of putting her desires, wishes in smarter manner, and we, especially I
succumbing happily. What we denied to Nidhi, Sanhita managed easily from me,
like my pen. She just comes, radiating sugar coated charmed innocence and
requests very politely, if I would allow her to use it for a while, difficult
to say no to such requests, she walks away more often with everything of her
wish, leaving Nidhi fuming, giving my better half an opportunity to inform me about
how easily she has blackmailed me emotionally, and alerting me about what may
possibly lie ahead.
With all the fun in growing up comes the
weight of school bag on shoulder not that ready to take the burden. Early
morning hurry, time usually moving faster than expected, the bus, autoriksha
coming a bit earlier and girls searching for socks, some books outside school
bag, unpolished shoes, blame it on load shading but wrinkles on uniform.. the
list is long, the material full of dynamite to test our patience. To add to the
woes of poor parents, the school feels that the best way to challenge the
imagination of parents is to give numerous projects to children. These projects
take nightmarish turn when there is a miscommunication or mismatch in what is
being told by teacher and what children want and worse what is available in the
market. So often in the parents-teacher meet I raised the issue, even noted in
the register a request to lessen the burden of project and school bag. So far
haven’t made any headway on this front but nevertheless feel lucky that we did
not go through the nightmare of forcing a reluctant child to go to school. That
is the ordeal we were not destined to appear for but other one in store tests
our patience almost every day.
Homework!!!!!..... is that
ordeal. Nidhi is in seventh standard but still tries all the tricks in the book
to avoid it, at least postpone for couple of hours. Come two holidays she will
enjoy them fully, playing, watching TV and finally reconciling to the
unavoidability and finishing it early morning before leaving for bus stop. Just
feel she is the right candidate for engineering, remembering the scenes of
students going to examination hall with a book (vbd) in hand, trying his/her
best to memorize important points but with university results favouring the
method, the scenes are multiplying. Sanhita has a different mindset altogether.
As soon as the first letter is written in the copy while finishing her
homework, she experiences terrible pain in her legs, all hard work of the day
oozes out through her legs. As it gradually subsides, just when something
appears on the copy, sharpener meets pencil, pencil begins to disappear. Three
broken leads and finally sharp end, the story is endless. Pencil cut to size,
comes back to work. Some letters appear on the copy, then hunt for eraser
begins. When things are smooth this is the normal course, in the rough weather
it is flat, big ‘no’ to homework. In parallel a topicless commentary is on,
full throttle.
The weather is more often than not rough, not
that the atmosphere is tense but is full of negativity. In a parent’s teacher
meet we talked to her teacher, felt if there was some kind of insistence from
school, our task would be easier. Her teacher told us that she was a shy and
decent student, once she slightly pushed her for homework, she didn’t go out to
play, kept to herself, she(teacher) felt bad. I realized she had placed proper
fielding at school also. No pressure from school, freedom at home, the homework
followed the pattern of ATKT, with full exemptions sometimes.
Last year when in nursery, she was about
to get down the stairs for school, I just checked her bag. I saw incomplete
copy, told her that she should complete it today after coming home. Two steps
down she wanted me to take that copy out. I did not get it completely, she
again repeated, take it out, shocked, I asked why. She was prompt, her answer
was, otherwise teacher would see it. I had to take it out. She went happily. I
don’t know what she told her teacher, must have been something like I forgot
it,….. what surprised me was the cool attitude with which she managed all this.
At such a tender age she displayed such skills in telling lies. It repeated,
not very often, later also.
Just a week back, she could not
complete the homework, so she insisted on not putting that copy into bag. I
told her that teacher wouldn’t mind, it was not that you did nothing. You could
promise that you would finish it next day. She was unconvinced. But then I was
firm on inserting it in the bag without her knowledge. Down the stairs she
cross checked with me, I just tried to evade the question, hurriedly took her
to autoriksha. She again asked the same question. I didn’t answer directly; in
fact I just could not tell her lie. She went to school as usual but not before
pushing me in the pool of questions.
Why I could not lie to her? Why
I could not speak my mind, tell her the truth that I did put that copy in her
bag? I knew, telling the truth meant taking the copy out. To keep it there it
was simple, I just had to lie that I had not put the copy in but I couldn’t, I
just tried to evade the question. Why? No answer came to fore. It was not as if
I never resorted to prevarication. Though I am not known to tell blatant lies
routinely, I do resort to it, I doubt who doesn’t, occasionally, for a reason
or two but certainly never with malicious intent. I wonder except for the
blessed few all of us tell lies, in fact most importantly we always have a
reason to prevaricate. A closer look reveals that we have a tendency to justify
such acts. We accept or convince ourselves to accept that it was inevitable, we
had no other option, that was the only way we could have saved ourselves, we
would otherwise have doomed our fortunes…. so on. The key point is even people
who do it with nefarious designs, keep a justification for it, they may not
share it but it does exist. Where? It’s deep inside the subconscious, close to
heart, at a place difficult to see. Everybody is aware of it, some accept, some
deny, again taking recourse to a lie.
Not to disagree, it does become inevitable
sometimes, not to justify one’s act, but may be for survival. We do it to hide
our mistakes, one leads to another, worse we become habituated to it. Nothing
of sort was with me, there was nothing sinful, not even harmful, so why I just
couldn’t take a simple step, not damaging at all, just a small lie for her comfort.
With answers not coming, I was not in the comfort zone. The incidents where I
did tell lies started coming frame by frame along with associated rationale. All
those humane imperfections, mistakes, errors of judgments, temptations were
swirling in my mind. To add to the discomfort, entered the incidents when the
lie got exposed, ensuing embarrassment. I could also see the faces who were
masters of this art, who could tell lies without a blink, with lost credibility
but no remorse and a brazen justification for every lie kept to themselves. I
must admit that a slight, selfish undercurrent of arrogance of being a
gentleman flowed internally that I did not lie even in the safest possible
zone.
I
remembered the review of the book ‘Why We Lie’ by Dorothi Rowe, a writer of
international acclaim, published in a news paper. I decided immediately to
place an order on Flipkart.com, our own Amazon.com. Also recalled a similar
discussion that began on a person, an incorrigible liar, in fact a master, in
the discussion a friend of mine referred to a daily thought in a news paper,’
If you are truthful, you don’t have much to remember.’ How true is this!!!!. Tell a
lie, you have to remember it lifelong and a mountain of lies…..ohhh you have to
carry the burden, heavier, increasing every day, haunting at times.
The storm continued, memories
moving…..and yes, I suddenly stumbled upon a simple lead, surprised how I
missed it, may be because as we grow our intellectual prowess takes us away
from simple, beautiful things in life. So many times most of us must have experienced,
the incidents when we found it hardest to tell a lie………to our parents. You
cannot do it. Not that we fear that they will pick the lie, instantly, which in
fact is true but the guilt of doing it is highest, worse often they pretend to
be normal in spite of picking it. They don’t say anything on the hurt we cause
to them by doing this, and this is the most troubling factor. As you grow you
realize they are the ones who love you most, hurting them like this, extremely
difficult. You cannot lie to those who love you most. I got the answer, what
the book will tell me, I don’t know but the lesson I learnt is you cannot lie
to your children because they love you most. So simple and so easily lost in
mundane affairs.
The other side is, our parents forgave us for our lies ……
But…….. our
children will not.
Sir,
ReplyDeleteYour posts are really interesting,this post is something which every parent feels it every day.
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Great Parag, its story of every home but you have nicely expressed to learn ourselves
ReplyDelete"Our parents forgave us for our lies ……But…… our children will not."
ReplyDeleteVery well said sir. You took a realy style and handelled it comfortably. Hatts off sir.