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A few of my friends have kids who have just joined school. Or play school as it's called.

The problem is that the kids are a year and a half old. Now I know that I am not a parent and therefore am not in touch with what's happening in the under two feet category. But the way I see it is that school is the end of one's free life. From then on, you are in the rolls somewhere or the other - at play school, at school, at college, or at work. The only break is if you don't work or if you are a freelancer. And that's rare.

My friends assure me that these are 'play schools' - kids come and 'swim' in buckets full of beach ball, watch puppets, eat popcorn, make friends. I wonder if the poor kids know that. Do they see it as fun and games. Or do these translate into discipline and rules in their world?

I guess this is how things are today. Perhaps I am over reacting. There is no doubt that parents have their kids best interests in heart.

What is the hurry to make kids grow up? Why is the system in a hurry to put them in system? Will this reduce to school at six months soon? And then like Arjun, will school start while you are still in the womb?

There is the argument that kids learn social skills better in school than at home, fawned upon by doting parents and grand parents. I don't see a lot of social deviants amongst those of us who grew up at home ... cuddled and pampered.

Is this just a trick to build an industry - schools for sub toddlers?

It's really scary. School before you begin to walk. Cricket and music becoming classes rather than hobbies. Ninety five per cent plus being the cut off for college.

That's when you appreciate being in the right side of your thirties.

I would love to know what the parents feel on this. And more than that, what do the babies think as they get into the bus in their school uniforms.

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