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The other day I was in a CST bound local train. It was a Saturday, so the train wasnt too crowded. A gujju man, probably a garment trader (I overheard him talking to his suppliers on the phone), was complaining to his wife, about their daughter's poor English skills. I gathered (using my limited understanding of Gujarati) that he was returning from a Parent-Teachers Meeting.
His daughter's class teacher apparently had told him that she should be encouraged to speak English at home, as her English was - Terrible. I could sense he wasnt too comfortable with English coz he said 'Englees' instead of English.
I wondered what the big deal about English is! There are so many Europeans who are probably as bad at English as that Gujju trader, but dont lose sleep over it. Dont get me wrong, I have nothing against English, in fact I love the language and the flexibility it has. But I love it no more than I love Hindi, Marathi & German. But this post is not about this, this post is about something else.
At Byculla station, we got place to sit. He opened her result card and worriedly gazed at it. I sneaked a peek. What standard did his daughter study in? When do parents start getting paranoid about their kids?
I couldnt see what standard she studied in, but I could now see her scores - grades, rather. A in Art, B+ in Hindi, A in Maths and C in English. She has to be in primary section if they give her grades instead of scores, I thought. He turned the page. III B. She is too young for him to worry about her English, I thought. He shouldnt worry so much about what the teacher says about her. Not now, there is time. What did the teacher say that made him worry so much?
Then on the green result card, I read the comments of the teacher. "Good student. Can do 'more' better!"