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Those Precious Five Minutes…..

          Who is this chap to describe the value of time?  Readers may immediately start thinking so, if they are least bothered of the value of every passing second.  Some may not have the time even to read about the value of time or they may consider it as wastage of time to read about it.

          Jr.  College Students, before five minutes of their exams, keep their heads submerged in the Classes notes or the Omnipresent and Omniscient Navneet. In our good old days, it was not like this.  Yes, ‘Old days’.  Though i am not so old and experienced, i have to term it precisely as ‘Old’.  This world is evolving at fast, faster and fastest speed.  It is fast enough to call the ‘past days’ as ‘years before’ and the ‘past years’ as ‘ages’, isn’t it? When you work at more than five institutions in a year as a teacher, your experience automatically counts as to term it ‘Old enough’.  Even mere three years can give you more than one and a half decade of experience.  So it’s all about my experience.  And now, you cant say i am too young to say something as an EXPERIENCE.  Or okay, call it just a recent observation. 

          So, what is the point?  i observe students in our Jr. College, keep reading their notes even until last minute of the start of their exam paper.  It is so usual now-a-days that some teachers literally have to snatch books from student’s hands and make them sit on their seats.

          In our days, we would devotionally chant names of concerned Gods to have mercy upon us in the paper ahead. Of course it was not correct; i am not advocating it even.  But it was not as bad as it is now.  Our these extra-scientific modern day students, disbelieving all old conventions, ignore those precious five minutes.  Our orthodoxy would help us in those days but these students say laughing, “Are yaar das marks ka likhna reh gaya… or  Muze saala yaad hi nahi aa raha tha….dimag ka dahi ho gaya..” and so on.  The point is that our conventional values , although in the disguise of God-fearing gestures, would make us concentrated and calm.  It was more scientific than this modern jiffy reading.

          i don’t understand why these students keep reading what they have not read when they had to, and don’t keep their heads cool and calm during those precious five minutes?

---Abhinav Akshar. 

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