HOW HARES IN THE JUNGLE LEARNT TO DEAL WITH THEIR FRUSTRATION
Pic.: Fr. Reginald Pinto Till my fifth standard, I went to a local school. Those days, we directly landed in first standard at the age of 6. It looks unbelievable, when our own son went to his playschool when he was barely one-and-a half! They call it ‘Play-school’… fun-school… Little kids go there, play… learn something with loads of fun… and, they come home! But, I remember when I was in fifth standard in that local school: our Maths teacher was Narayana master. He was too strict… was known for whacking children badly… We feared him, almost to death! That was the last year in that school. I was waiting and praying for the year to be over soon, so that I could go to a new school, where life would be easier. In fact, I still remember this – and you won’t believe it if I tell you now: The road to our school was a lonely road… hardly any vehicles or people passed by… And, I would look around to make sure that no one watched me… quickly...