Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Mixing Classes


DTEA Mandir Marg Entrance

My brothers and I studied in a school in Delhi. It was subsidised by Tamil Nadu government and meant for the labourers who had migrated there. So a typical class of 40 till the 8th would easily have at least 50% "poor". I don't know how many studied beyond because I think education was compulsory till 13 years of age.


I was one of the brighter students, and I wonder if it weren't because of the class composition. For when I moved to Calcutta in 9th and went to one of the "better" schools, I was given provisional pass in 9th. It's a different story that I passed with disctinction in 10th and so probably wasn't so bad.

But back to this Delhi school. Because many of these children from poor families were first generation literates, their standard was very poor and marks normally in single digits. To help them, better students like me - ahem - were encouraged to spend time with these children helping them learn at least the basics. I had Tamil medium till 4th, and from 5th to 8th, Tamil was compulsory. Again, that is an aside.

Did it bring my quality of education down in any way? Many of my classmates who completed their education there are in senior positions in multinationals. My own brothers - from a different branch - did their engineering at IITs and one did MBA from IIM and the other is in the US after having completed his MS/PhD and now a research scientist. When I was in 7th or 8th, 14 students from the 12th that year had got into IIT. One of the seniors got state rank in the boards - I know of only that for it was a target I was not practicing for so had no interest in knowing more. There could have been more then, later and earlier too.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry at the letter some principals have sent to the parents on RTE. They believe that the standard of education will fall if poor students are allowed to study in their schools and fees will have to be raised - a veiled threat to create public opinion against this?

I know many "good" schools in Chennai retain their image because they have filtered out average performers. I wonder, if the role of schools is only to bring out toppers, or impart education? What if some student is an average performer or less? Doesn't he still have right to access the resources. Maybe the marks are low, but is that the only measure of intelligence and capability?

And if you filter out the average performers, then is it to the school's credit that there are only toppers? Aren't the genes of the better-performing students to be credited more for their performance? What is so great about shining an already shining diamond? Isn't it the duty of the teachers to help the below average and raise the level to the extent possible.

In India, teaching is a thankless, low paying job... But if our focus itself is only fame and money, is it to be wondered at? Who is to blame for this? Parents, who want only the "best" for children and queue up day and night in front of some schools for forms, or schools that ensure that their fees and selection criterion give them an edge in bagging high performers?

A note: My Delhi school - with its 7 or 8 branches - is in poor condition. Needless to say, the government subsidies have been cut. And no marks for guessing that no part of that 200 crore is being diverted to improving it.

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Monday, April 25, 2011

Hobson's Choice

She picked up the mike and said, "The headlines today is all about it. This is not something we didn't know about. We have been telling the people this for long - this government is corrupt! And now, the entire family seems to have been taking bribes!"

The people clapped, mad with anger and frenzy.

"She was a model woman. She was educated, a poet, capable to inspiring higher thoughts. She had lead a simple life, she could have lead the way to women's empowerment. She was close to the rustic people, she was close to the common man. Her one words could have lifted the veil of darkness covering the minds of man." There was absolute silence at this unexpected eulogy. "But today, she shows she is no better than the common man. That her needs are as insatiable. That she can be as vile as the vilest." People burst out clapping spontaneously. "It embarrasses me to think of her as the "sweet tongue" that will perpetuate the glory of my mother tongue. It shames me to think that she is the face of my motherland to the ignorant north Indians."

"Hear, hear!"

"This is your chance to show that you will not stand for such corruption, to root out evil and to stand by truth."

The applause did not die down even after she sat down. She waved then covered her mouth and turned to her aid. "Find out how she managed it. I will not settle for anything less than 500."

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Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Dilemma

Which road to take?
One that looks hard
And long?
Or the other,
That looks easy and short?
They both lead to the same place
Destination Unknown.
This mind conjures up a mirage
A desirable end
To an uncertain journey.
It wants no suspense
And wants to jump
Into the road that looks easy.
And then come the potholes
The bumps and the hitches.
Would the other road have been better?
I would have been more prepared,
The hurdles were visible
And there were
Moments of bliss in between.
Was that shorter?
Did I err
in taking this road?
In a journey to
an Unknown Destination,
how can the path
be known?
Accept, trust and plod on
For it is the end that matters
And the end is not the end.
Good or bad
Expected or unexpected
It is just a temporary stop
Before the final end.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

A Tyre Tube and a Pond

That is all it takes two boys to enjoy a cloudy summer afternoon. Unfortunately, the image is captured only in my heart, not in a camera.


From the passenger side window

One of the boys lay, 10 years, on it as if it were a floater and the other was clinging to it from the side. The smiles on their faces...the innocent pleasure of playing in water. 


Front view from the car

Also experienced driving into and out of rain - a windy one. We saw it from a distance when we stopped to climb a mound to enjoy the view of a lake. We saw the rain a few kilometers away. And then, we drove into it...Was it windy! First to our left then behind us, and then we were out!

Never had this experience before...


Friday, April 22, 2011

Looking for Happiness

Indian lore

God gave man everything and yet he was not satisfied. God rushed up the mountains to avoid man, but he tracked Him there. God hid in the oceans, but he followed diligently.

Frustrated and unable to satiate this demon called man, God turned to a wise sage and said, "Man is chasing me all around looking for happiness. However much I give him, he wants more. He tires me...how can I escape him?"

The wise sage said, "Hide in his heart and he shall never find you there."

Man is still looking for God and happiness.

*****
Gibran
Man went looking for peace. Peace came knocking on his door and he said, "Go away, I am looking for peace."

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When peace and happiness lie within us, why do we think external factors can affect it?

(I hadn't heard of the movie, The Great Indian Butterfly. Some of you may enjoy it. I did.)

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Thursday, April 21, 2011

The Feast - A Short Note

It started with paal poli - milk, luchi and sugar. Then came kheer, then fruit salad. Beans usili, Aviyal and potato curry...Raita followed by three types of pickles. Savouries and sweet followed by chips, curd vadai and papads. A separate cup for rasam and a matka of curd.

Puliyodarai, Sambar rice, plain rice, dal, mor kozhambu...

The guest's mouth started watering. He put in a morsel and was gratified that it was high class.

"Everything nice? They served you everything?" Asked the host.

"Yes," said the contented guest. "Very good service, very good food."

The host moved on, happy he had not stinted on any expense at his daughter's wedding.

He left to welcome other guests, his back to the dining hall.

He did not see half of all that was served going into the dustbin. He expected it would. But if he had served one dish less, there would have been questions. "No usili? Only one sweet?"

The guest will eat what he can and throw the rest away.

No one will ask, "Is this extravagance necessary? Why waste food when so many go hungry?"




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