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mounting costs. They did not want the children to sense this and so they kept it all asecret, bearing the burden themselves and putting on a brave smile in front <strong>of</strong> thechildren. As prices rise day by day many parents suffer a lot to educate their children.Sanjay’s mother was disillusioned. The boy had shown so much promise when young,but now that he had come to the ninth class he felt he had grown big and should betreated as an adult. He was no longer willing to listen to his mother or father. His friendswere supreme. There was even a complaint that he had missed school one afternoon tosee a movie. Sanjay’s mother didn’t like the look <strong>of</strong> his friends. They were all at thatawkward age when legs grow long and beards appear on the face and boys don’t knowquite how to meet these physical changes. That is when they imagine they are quitecapable <strong>of</strong> managing themselves and resent adult interference. Sanjay’s mother prayedand hoped this was a passing phase and it would all be over soon.Take the case <strong>of</strong> Supriya who was also in the ninth class in another school and hergroup <strong>of</strong> friends: Mumtaz, Sheila, Aparna, Rita and so on. Their mothers tried tounderstand the ways <strong>of</strong> modern girls but were sometimes at a loss. They wondered whenthese girls ever studied as they were so restless. So much <strong>of</strong> their time outside school wasspent on listening to film music over the radio or in idle chatter. They considered study anecessary evil. Their mothers recalled their own school days when they held theirteachers in awe and showed a lot <strong>of</strong> respect for school rules and did everything on time.“What has happened to the world?” they worried. They did no: seem to know how toinfluence their own daughters.Parents’ worries are varied and many. They cover a wide range <strong>of</strong> human life —physical, emotional, intellectual, social and so on. They worry about the lack <strong>of</strong> outwardmanners. They worry about the inward state <strong>of</strong> mind and heart. They worry about theiryoung for many, many reasons. Perhaps children are not aware that though they love theirparents, they cause them great anxiety without meaning to do so.Where do you stand? Find out for yourself if you have given any cause for worry toyour parents. Talk it over with them and you may find them very understanding andhelpful. Often it is because you avoid talking things over as they occur, that theseanxieties accumulate. Parent’s are your best friends in the world and there is much thatyou can do to relieve their worries.20. On BeautyAmol and Amita were good friends. They shared many things together, particularlytheir love <strong>of</strong> beautiful things. Amol had an eye for line, form and proportion. Amita lovedcolour. While Amol communicated his thoughts and feelings, his awareness <strong>of</strong> beauty interms <strong>of</strong> sculpture, Amita communicated through shades <strong>of</strong> colour. The boy had a feel inhis bones, as it were, for three dimensional structures such as buildings and statues. Thegirl lost herself in landscape painting.The Tai Mahal with its exquisite domes and columns evoked in Amol an unforgettableresponse. He spent hours studying the grandeur <strong>of</strong> the Red Fort, the extraordinaryproportion <strong>of</strong> a mosque or a cathedral. When travelling in the south he marvelled at theexquisite gopurams <strong>of</strong> the temples at Madurai, Rameswaram and Kancheepuram. In hisspare time, he would sketch what he saw and show it to Amita. He loved thumbing

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