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Grew up in the 90s ??

Ask any Indian who grew up in 90's as a kid .. Probablity is that atleast 99% would agree if I said that parents did everthing to make their kids study .. call it sacrifice, frugal living, no no to cable TV, yes yes to doordarshan channel, AND very clear catogerization of who teaches which subject -- amma for english etc, appa for mathematics !!!

I can almost say that Indian parents gave their children commando and army training when it came to studies in school.

Technical = Appa's department || Theoritical = Amma's department

Appa will be like the superhero in maths, also because he always got 100 out of 100 in his school maths and becasue it needed superior brain calculative powers.. and amma will be the one-stop-shop for language subjects like hindi and english, and other subjects that we had to 'by-heart' or 'mug' as in our yester-year english, and ofcourse she would provide the enthusiasm to sit down to study :)

Studiying was like the the main path forward .. and ofcourse there are the music classes, dance classes and sports which I absolutely loved .. and others in that catogery. BUT getting more marks was the main target in life then, ..Less means you had to go for tuition (coaching classes).This was the case in almost every kid's house of my age, that when I look back I recollect. Getting the signature on the progress report card was the defying moment, each semester. When the marks were great, then everyone was happy, if not, then it was a different story.

It's funny, at that age, it felt like .. ' habba ivlo page irukka indha book la padikka ' (oh my god ! so many pages to study for the exam) .. but now it all makes sense .. because of the commando training then, we fearfully stuck to the right path, and did not derail anywhere inbetween, even if we did, parents were always watchful enough to put you back on track.

Thanks to all the ammas and appas, who seemingly were villians then, but now can proudly sit back and appreciate all the things in life that you have accomplished, and be very proud of their sons and daughers !

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