Our dreams. Or yours?

So it's been a long while since I've been here. Honestly, I don't know what I am going to talk about today. But I am here because I have a lot to talk about. {Don't leave the page already? :(}
Okay. So did I ever mention that I totally hate the concept of Indian education?
What is it for?
Making a better future or Maintaining the population system?
No, I am not blaming anybody for the rise in the number of suicides committed by students. I am just stating some facts.

• No body is judged by his report card. Intellect is not shown by marks. 
• No exam in the world can tell you which person can do what. 
• Books can't tell you how to make a living. 
• Reading the chapter nutrition and getting full marks in the test won't give you good health. 
• Just because you topped your class doesn't mean you're smarter than all of them. 
• Getting the highest marks doesn't give happiness. 
• Hearing your parents tell you they're proud of your marks doesn't improve your relationship with them. 
• Learning reproduction chapter doesn't teach you how to reproduce. 
• Reading cookery books doesn't make you a good cook.
• Just because you topped in Biology in 12th doesn't means that you can become a good doctor.

So why is it, that marks are so important that for three years, 10th to 12th, everybody keep telling you the same thing. 'Your whole life is dependent on what you do now.'

Are they really so important?

I mean, how can one 3 hour examination tell me or anybody what I or he or she is capable of?

I remember a time. When school was not just about books. When playing in the sun was a mandatory part of the curriculum. When kids who knew how to tie laces on their own topped in Physical Education. When English classes were all about interaction. 

I've spent every class of mine like that. I don't know what's happened now.

Everybody keep telling me that marks are important. 

They keep telling me that they are the only way how I can make a living. 

My parents think marks are the only way I can make them proud. 

People who know what I am capable of have already made bets saying I am going to score good. 

And despite of knowing that 10th grade marks do matter, I am studying as less as I can. I don't have any such reason. 

But the thing is, It's not about the fun anymore. I don't study my English poems because I find them interesting. I read them because people keep telling me that they are necessary for marks. I don't sit down with a history book every night and read the chapters that are not in course just because I like knowing what my country has been through. I read the notes one day before the exam of that one chapter that's in course and I give the test. I don't read biology or chemistry because it's fun to question nature. I  study it because 10 cgpa is the dream. 

It is not about what I, or any other student want. 

It is all about, studying hard, getting marks and making a life out of a sheet of paper. 

Everybody keeps saying, that is the dream. But whose exactly?

And how long do all of you expect us to live out to your dreams when we have some of our own?

Actually, if we keep staying up at night to study to live YOUR dream, when are we going to find the time to sleep and make dreams of our own?

Again, just a thought.

This concept of studying for two years, 10th and 12th and making your life settle sucks. 

How can you write down our life on a piece of paper even before we've started living it?

-Wish. 

Courtesy : The big guy upstairs XOXO