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                       Today I am brooding over my classes. Some times I feel faces I see in the examination hall is only a consequence of faces I see everyday in classrooms. The dedicated student who sat with eagerness, paying full attention to classes sat in the examination hall with a confident sanguine face.

                  Sometimes I feel that, long before I teach students the prescribed syllabus, I must teach them art of concentrating on the topic of discussion in the classrooms. Yes as you expected I tried to teach them how to concentrate. Bet as I got deep into the topic of concentration I could see that I am not the only person who can control concentrative power my students. Their parents have a role, TV set and different channels in it can affect the concentration skill of students, the environment, relationships in it, emotional , biological  and genetic disposition of student all these things have their individual share in contributing to focusing skill of students. My god it is not easy.As I have no idea about where to begin from.

                      One day in the class, I asked to them .

“Can you define, concentration?”

One boy said abruptly “It is the only thing what we lose when we open our text books”.

“Do you want to resolve this dilemma about your concentration?” I asked

“No”  He said.

“I rarely try on tasks that are impossible”

I wanted to correct him. I wanted to change this wrong perception of him about concentrative powers. But the bell rang and time allotted for my class came to an end.

This boy failed in the examination. Story ends like this.