The old Common Entrance is history and, I hope, a bad memory. What a blessing! The Common Entrance exam inflicted more mental agony, more mind-numbing and mechanistic counter-creative learning by rote, more crushing and narrowing of the spirit, more sheer waste of precious human potential and killed stone dead more carefree childhood days than we can ever begin to compute and condemn. So its end was a blessing indeed.
I remember childhood as a carefree time. Most afternoons, even in term time, I played cricket, football or tennis or was out skylarking with my friends. Weekends we played games or went