SCHOOLING ....NOW AND THEN !!!

In the past two decades, our country is struggling to emerge as a developed nation. I can't comment on all issues,  but as far as schooling is concerned  India can proudly boast of having one of the finest schools in the world.

Yesterday was the sports day of my five years old tricky daughter,  who is somewhat prankish and modestly frank at home; but to our amazement, we witnessed her as a most obedient child there. For sure it was a magic wand of the school.
It has been almost twenty-six years since I passed my school. Fond memories of school always remain with us but if I go in the series of flashback, our sports day reminded me of everyday white uniform with white Bata canvas shoes (extra finished with CHALK to look sparkling white).

 PT time and then; Kabaddi, Kho-Kho, Badminton, TT  and at the end of the sports day two ladoos!  I was never into any kind of sports, so for me, sports day didn't mean a lot, (though now I realise how important it is ) nor our schools propelled us for the same.

 I can't blame my school, at the modest amount of Rupees 15 per quarter it gave me a lot ( yes believe it or not this was our fee at  Kendriya Vidyalaya ). It gave me worth that now I can afford Rupees X per quarter for my daughters. But money is not the point here. I am talking about the paradigm shift in the education system. When three to five years of tender kids ( of different nationalities ) showcased their skills and knowledge of global sports, in amalgamation with their academic skills on the playground, we parents were wonderstruck.  The whole ambience was so vibrant and inviting that we also wanted to be kids again!

But still melancholy prevails with a thought that how many children are privileged to get this kind of education?  Still, the majority of my country's children go to Anganwadi, State schools, and Kendriya Vidyalaya.


Nothing much has changed there. Now also tender hands are forced to write a,b,c or 1,2,3 without being given any exposure towards sensitivity to mankind, environment, and moral values.

 No wonder we hear stories about intolerance, revolution, and suicides at the college level!  Today only  I listened to the fiery yet emotional speech by Madam Smriti Irani .....poor thing was herself so baffled, hurt and deluded. She showed determination to bring some change . Madam, please visit over primary schools. If at all anything can be changed it can be modified there. Rest all of us have passed the school! 

Humans .......worst cosmic by product ?????

                                           

Astrophysicists and Scientists say this universe appeared out of nothingness in a single cataclysmic explosion ten to twenty billion years ago. It's all science, it is all chemicals, and everything around us is just chemical "lochha".

For such boffins existence of God is debatable. Though I am a staunch believer in God. I bow to His creations every time I try to understand the complexity of this universe.  How precisely HE  has created space, galaxies, universe and how well they all are in tandem with each other for millions of years.


 Whenever I go out in the lap of nature,  its beauty jolts my soul!  What beautiful colours, textures millions of species one for another.   Seeing all this can't buy the crap of  BIG BANG theory that we all are by-products of a cosmic reaction.

I am sure up there God has some highly skilled brains or robots making such flawless merchandise and artefacts.  But if I have to rate one after another, I would say humans are GOD's most ordinary creation. HE gave us white, brown and black colour, one complex brain and lost interest in us after that!

According to Hindu mythology, a human being is born after passing through 84 lacs yoni (vagina)!  So what good we are doing after moving through 84 lacs yoni?   Human being's superior brain than the rest of the species is I think the most significant problem.

Lust, greed, competition, anger, hatred all are the futile exercises of our well-developed brain. Lately, I visited a jungle .......was so much awestruck by the discipline of wildlife. Lions and Tigers also mark their territories, but no one crosses each other's domain.  No one asks for individual quotas, saying they are minorities!  No riots, no dharnas just peace and tranquillity.

But what about our jungle ......nothing in control of our Lions and Tigers. All are sleeping in their dens.  Let there be more ruckus let there be bit more fire in jungle till then why to get out of our slumber!  (Acid attack, JNU attack, Jat quota stir all giving bandhs and chutties ) the alarm is on don't worry!

• Still would like to reiterate that we Hindus firmly believe:

"Reaching 8.4 millionth manifestation announces a soul atman gaining absolute purity forever "let us think over !!!!

TRIBUTE TO YOU ......BRAVEHEART HANUMANTHAPPA !!!!!

Soldiers become soldiers with a dream to serve the country, probably they also fantasize to die serving for the same.  But sometimes death does not come that easily, and this is what happened to   Lance Naik Hanumanthapa.  

Ever since news broke about a soldier found alive after 6 days buried under 35 feet of snow,  many stories kept floating. Some said he survived because he practiced yoga,  some said it was his willpower, some said it was air trapped in the snow pit which kept him alive.   Nobody talked about what he must have thought for all the days he was stuck in the snow. 

Ever since I heard the news,  my mind was off and on visualizing about what one could think trapped deep down in the snow . The darkness of the white pit, hot flashes because of claustrophobia in sub-zero temperatures, sting of hunger and above all fear of death .....with all this what kept him alive?

After all, he was also a human being, somebody's son,  someone's husband and father as well. Of course, as a soldier, he must have thought about his POST.

But  I believe that it must have been his 'will-power' to see the face of his old parents one last time,  desire to hug his wife so that she can live with his warmth for rest of her life, or to kiss his child and to hold him/her never to leave again. 

It must have been much harder than taking a bullet in the chest . I shudder at the thought of Hanumanthapa's  situation. My tears couldn't stop rolling down sitting in front of TV seeing all the biggies meeting his stone-faced wife and wailing child. I am sure his wife must have been thinking, "Wish I could only see my husband and none of these."