An Open Letter To Principal From A Mother Of A Child

Dear Sir/Madam,
I have heard a lot about your well reputed educational institution and I want to convey my thoughts. There are so many things with which my life is evolving around. Every day I wake up, I find myself surrounded by obscure vision and hindrance.
To describe my squeal, I want to introduce myself as Sunita Sen, 30 years old housewife blessed with a charming son, Aryan Sen (6 years old). My husband, Rakesh Sen, owns a tailoring shop and yes, we belong to a middle-class family. Both of us find ourselves trapped in the midst of turmoil for our son’s admission.
We have been wandering from pillar to post to put up my son in the right school for his formal education and feel that getting him admitted to Salt Lake Vidyamandir will serve the purpose.
I am feeling helpless in this situation. My husband is very supportive but he hardly gets time to invest as he is very busy with his business. You can understand now that the responsibility of my child’s future lies in my hand.
I was enquiring about schools in my known circles which will be the best. One day, I was informed by one of my neighbors about a renowned school and without any doubt, it is every mother’s dream to make the child’s future safe and secure. I was  elated and decided to get the admission form. On the anxious morning of 20th October 2016, I started off early to achieve my dream of my son’s golden future.
To reach the school which is located in Rajarhat, I had to take a bus from my nearest bus stop, Shyambazar and was sitting alone, from the next stoppage a lady boarded the bus and sat beside me and smile at me, so did I and turned my face outside the window and watching the hue and cry; the blithe faces of urchins: the clarion of the hawkers….. Suddenly, the silence broke and that lady asked me how I am doing. That moment was ineffable and I kept staring at her for a moment.
I was unresponsive for few seconds and then I get back my composure again and recognized her as one of my childhood friends but couldn’t able to recapitulate her name – I said sorry for being engrossed in my own world. She said, “you forgot me? I’m Bimala from Charuchandra School. Remember?” I apologized. She asked me where I was going I replied her with haste as the bus had already reached the destination and I had to get down.
When I realized that I forgot to ask about her and take her number – it was too late. With a sigh! I started walking towards the school. When I reached outside the school, I saw there was a long queue in school premises. I was standing in the queue and waiting for my turn. In the meantime, I made some friends and after few conversations, I came to know that they are also in a precarious situation as me.
The time has come when I got the chance to get into the office and collect the form. But all my dreams went in asunder when I came to know the admission procedure will be based on parents as well as child’s interview. Both my husband and I go jittery in the name of interviews. But, still, we thought that we should give it a try to see what’s going to be next and somehow we managed to face the interview. From that very day, I started preparing my child with all my efforts and the best resource to perform well in the interview and we were also started researching on probable interview questions.
The day came for the interview on 29th October 2016. With awe and palpitation, we entered the room with my child. First, the principal took the interview of my child. The questions were very simple but I found that he was unmindful and started fumbling. We became very nervous but we gave our best. We were waiting for the result with alacrity.
During my daily grinds, there was always a single thing where my mind lingers that is about my son. Finally, the day came and we went to know the result. The respected principal Mrs. Esha Ghosh called us and humbly said sorry as my child did not get selected.
I felt the fulguration of deep dolour. I gathered courage and asked for the reason. Mrs. Esha Ghosh said that Aryan is not actually ready to get admission and he needs basic concepts, proper guidance; otherwise he cannot learn in the group. I was disheartened and didn’t know what to do next. But, after overcoming the situation, I started gathering the information again.
I found a school in my locality which also provides basic quality education and takes great care of children. On 10th, November I went to get admission form. Again I was standing in the queue but there was a difference in my attitude as I was reluctant to talk to anyone in the queue and share my experience. Again I came to know the admission procedure will on the basis of interview…. I felt like – No! not again. But, Rakesh and I again prepared our son.
I noticed that he can grasp new things easily; it is not like that he can’t understand anything. We went for the interview on 20th November. At that time he was completely reluctant to answer any question. In that situation as a mother, I felt impuissant.
It was obvious, Aryan missed the boat. Now I feel as a mother I am nescient to provide necessary supports to my child. Or should I upgrade myself to guide my child and how to help him out of this situation? The failure of my child is the failure of mine. Now, I really don’t know what to do as I am off my rocker.
You may fleer at me while you are reading this out or maybe you think that why I am portraying this trivial matter with accentuation. It is a dream of every mother to provide the best education so that he can mould his future in his own way.
Is my child really not eligible to get admission? Is the merit should be judged on the basis of the interview? As a mother I feel, he needs the proper guide to developing his skills and come out of his comfort zone to face everything. And I think he can do that if you allow him to be a part of your institute and learn along with other children. It is an ardent request from a mother.