Sarang was sitting at his desk with his books wide open. He read his book again. He seemed to be reading the same sentence over and over again. Nothing was making any sense. He felt extremely frustrated. This feeling was not new. He had been feeling this way ever since he came here.
He had been an average student all through his school. He enjoyed the playground more than his classroom. He had never liked science and maths. But he liked the art and craft, carpentry and other creative subjects. But his parents had pushed him to take up engineering. To obtain a seat in the most prestigious university, Sarang had studied the subjects he hated for upto 10 hours of everyday for almost 3 years.
There was no time for music, or play, or friends or anything. It was study, study, work work all the time. At the end of all that torture, Sarang got a seat in the college his parents wanted. They were over the moon.
What about Sarang? Did he want it? No! Absolutely no!
Sarang wanted to be a photographer. Ever since his uncle gifted him a camera, he had fallen in love with it. He wanted to be a professional photographer. But his parents were against it and forbid him to follow his passion.
So here he was trying to read about electromagnetic radiation and not understanding a word of it. All he wanted to do was go out into the open and be with his camera.
The window from his room overlooked the garden and the flowers outside seemed to call him out.
Sarang turned his head away from the flowers and put his hands into his hair in despair.
This situation of many children is a reality in many parts of India. Some parents insist that their kids follow certain professions and thrust them into rigorous routines that take a toll on the physical and mental health of the children. There have been many cases of suicides by students who are unable to cope with the stress or for the fear of not achieving parents expectations. I can only wish that this will change soon.