“ Since the time Rubina started going to new school, she ain’t enjoying her school days and most of the time make excuses for staying at home.I am afraid, what could be reason of this drastic change ? ”,her mother told to her neighbour, whom daughter Neha is Rubina’s classmate.
“My daughter also told me that Rubina doesn’t talk much in class and teachers insulted her sometimes for not doing home work and clam up in class, probably this could be the reason of the excuses she make, for not going to school.”
“But at least she should be interested in making new friends ,even Neha ain’t her friend.Doesn’t Neha like her company ?? ”
“Sorry ,I have never conversed about it with Neha ,so I can’t say.But you can directly question her.”
“Yeah I need to find out solution of this puzzle .”
Suddenly the bell rang ……
“Ah ! Someone is there at the door,I think it must be Neha. I will just come.”
“Hey Mom ,Why you took so much time in opening door ??” Neha asked to her mother.
“Beta, I was just talking to Meeta Aunty (Rubina’s Mom).She is here. Go and meet her,I will bring you juice.”
“Hi Aunty,How are you ?? ”
“I am good beta, how are you ? How is your school going ?”
“I am fine Aunty and school is phenomenal.”
“Seems you enjoy a lot in school.”
“Yeah Aunty,I really love going to school.I am favourite of many teachers and have really great friends in school.”
“Oh !! That’s sounds so perplexing.”
“ Why Aunty ?? ”
“Because none of this is happening with Rubina, that’s the reason beta, I am sitting here.Can you tell me why Rubina feel so isolated in school that she doesn’t enjoy spending time in school ??”
“Aunty as far I know, nobody wants to talk to her in class.”
“Why??” ( Meeta was stopped dead after listening this )
“Because most of the time she doesn’t clam up when teachers ask her something.The only subject she love is Arts.So other subject teachers ordered the class mates to be at daggers drawn with her. ”
“What ?? This is happening with her and she never told me about it. How teachers can teach children such act of forbidding ?? I need to talk with the Principal about it.
Thanks for your help Beta.”
“No problem Aunty but I think it’s Rubina’s fault as she is not concentrating on her studies and so teachers don’t like her.
Neha’s mom stared at her , gesturing for not behaving this way.But she ignored.
And I have also heard from class mates that Rubina belongs to poor family and that’s why she is like this.”
“What ? ? Oh My God !! Is that also the point to consider ?? Neha beta I don’t know whether you will get my point or not, but it could be vice-versa.May be she don’t like her teachers and that’s why she don’t focus on other subjects apart from arts.Since the ancient ages ,teachers had the history of being partial on the basis of background of children, so why can’t they would be now (crying on her daughter’s ordeal )”
Rubina’ s father was a Farmer and he wanted his daughter to be in top school of the city so that she may receive quality education and reach at a level where they couldn’t but little did they know that schools also judge students on basis of father’s occupation.
I agree with the fact that competition should be there in schools, but what kind of competition is this, where a child become a loser, in judgement of other people on the basis of family background ??
Why teachers can’t treat every child equally ,irrespective of whether student is concentrating /not concentrating on studies ? Isn’t their responsibility to check what’s wrong with the child and how they can improve, rather than just giving the punishment of isolation ??
It is always said that, “schools days are best ”.But it’s a wrong statement for those children who doesn’t get a second chance ,when they remain unable to prove themselves in first round.
This is the reason why children come under stress and anxiety at such a age when they should live their life care free.
This is the first time I am penning down a tale, inspired by true events.Thanks for reading and please share your feedback.Your feedback will help me to improve and ink more quality work for you.