Farmgate’s factory of dreams 

Admission season is approaching, and it is changing the entire scenario of Farmgate.

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‘Bhaia, amar preparation kichui hoy nai.’ No worries, Concord Tower is for you.

The buildings start talking a bit more than before. Posters appear on walls. Coaching centres become louder. Banners promise better preparation, 100% chance guarantee, DU, Buet, DMC confirm, top ranks and what not.

Students run to and from with shoulders leaning downward due to the pressure of guides, question banks, digests, etc. And that’s only the story of one coaching centre at the corner of the 7th floor.

And then there comes that building, Concord Tower. Comparing it with any other average building won’t do justice, it’s akin to a factory, the factory that promises dreams, and lays witness to thousands of fresh raw materials every year, from which it generates its proverbial revenue.

And honestly, Kota Factory has probably depicted the ground realities quite closely. Not because Farmgate is Kota. It isn’t. Our admission system is different, and there is no reason to pretend otherwise.

Our building in question deserves its own Netflix series, the fact that the offer hasn’t come yet is a grave injustice in and of itself.

This piece is yawning for the spotlight this factory so desperately deserves.

Imagine walking into Concord Tower during admission season. You are eighteen. You have just finished college. Everyone keeps asking what you are going to do next.

You have heard the names of universities so many times that they have started sounding less like institutions and more like destinations in a video game.

You go to a coaching centre. There is a routine. There are classes, exams, pre-exam model tests, rankings. And suddenly you are no longer simply studying. You are flash exploring the outskirts without actually understanding where you’re headed.

And then comes the most pressing question of all, ‘Am I doing enough?’ There is no better question for an industry built around preparation. Because there is almost always another thing you can do, a higher level you can reach.

Another coaching centre, another book, an extra batch, another test, another revision class, while another crash course is waiting in the distance. Apparently, the word final will lose all meaning after another final revision class.

You can prepare for the final exam by taking a final model test, followed by a final revision, followed by a final special revision for the final model test!

At some point, the only thing left to revise is the meaning of the word final. This is where Kota Factory becomes interesting, and I believe Farmgate tops it.

Reports from Kota have similarly described how intense competition and parental pressure can make students reluctant to form friendships because the person sitting next to them is imagined as someone competing for the same limited seat.

But, let us be fair. Coaching centres are not evil. That argument would be too convenient. A good teacher can make a difficult subject understandable. A structured routine can help a student who has no idea how to organise months of preparation. Model tests can improve speed. Regular classes can provide discipline. For many students, coaching is genuinely useful.

The problem is not coaching itself. The problem is what happens when coaching becomes inseparable from insecurity. There is a very thin line between, “you should prepare properly” and “everyone else is preparing more than you.”

The first is advice. The second is a business opportunity. And the factory in discussion is here to gain from it.

Every year, the same story is sold in different fonts and Canva designs.

“Work hard. Believe in yourself. Join now.” The first two sentences are motivational. The third pays the electricity bill.

The industry exists because anxiety exists. And anxiety exists because we have collectively decided that a few examination days deserve an extraordinary amount of authority over young people’s lives.

Since we’ve given it that authority and have surrounded our lives with that ecosystem, as a person who barely survived that factory, I believe I have the right to ask for an entertaining Netflix series on it as well.