Saturday, 13 December 2014

Education to a better Vocation!

We live in an era, where education is the preparation to a life long battle, of meaningless slavery!!

Unlike the cocoon out of which the most stunning butterfly emerges, we see in our society children emerging as a mimicry of what the society claims to call a successful individual.

We should ask ourselves the question, what does 'Education" mean to us?

What do we want out kids to fulfil as individuals, who need to hold the foundation of their future, with determined strength and passion?

Unlike what we read and hear most often, I disagree that parental pressure is the primary cause of children's ability to understand the real cause of them being educated. Each one of us, as teachers, friends, loved ones and a stranger influences a child's concepts of education and defines the ladder to his or her success.

Why is it that people continue to feel that if a child needs to do extremely well, he should have his academics in place, he should become a software engineer or a doctor and so on. I have no offence to these professions and consider them as extremely vital form of occupation.

But who are we to scribe into the world that nothing else can make you thrive.

Today agriculture is not a profession that one would call dignified. Pottery is a great art, not a career to pursue. Let alone, even teaching is not a worthwhile trade. It doesn't pay you and is a flexible form of employment engraved for mothers who could earn some pocket money and not impact their personal life...

Education to a true educator is to pass on to the generations to come, that he or she is open to build a future in the art that he or she is passionate about.
A true educator would teach a child to respect all forms of profession and keep his or her mind open to all trades.
A true educator is one who would manifest this thought time and again to anyone who treks into his life.
He or she would educate a child, every facet of various art forms that would help him choose a vocation that he or she would have an appetite for.

The day we learn and are able to explain to our little ones about reverence towards all forms of trade, we would be making them familiar to values that build them as selfless humans. The day we are able to do this, we could possibly dream of a time when unemployment would be a part of the past.

We can create a balance. We do not have to enslave ourselves to a profession because it pays. Lets help the future to pursue what they desire, and be so good at it, that ultimately the profession has to give them a good pay check!!



Friday, 9 May 2014

A Long day... And Me...!

In a busy life like ours, has it ever crossed your minds at least once, a deep desire to just have a moment, only for you?

An alarm is set to wake you to your reality! Sadly, I have an alarm that ticks in my head... and beeps me to kick start my day at 5:00 when my mechanical clock is still waiting to strike half past five and set me up with its deafening beeps to a more alarming wake up call!! I toss and turn with a migraine that feels more like my brain cells being electrocuted, and push myself to cleanse away the last few magical specks of dust sprinkled by Ole Lukøje :(. And it slips through the drain and septic tanks and some sewage miles away...

I gorge food like my taste buds don't care to sense goûter(taste) any more and dash my way to catch my bus to work! A walk through the lanes strewn with waste papers crumbled and cow dungs carpeting your way ahead... I glance over to the road further on and see the sweeper curving down stretching the last of his spine to brush away the filth of reckless citizens, who forgot that the earth was his last lair of freedom. Keeping it mucky in his timeless spree to maintain with the pace of a mechanical life, he forgets, that he is crumbling away the last remains of a green world that was nurtured and described by a generation forgotten beneath the Graves. I dash into the bus and before a wink of an eye I'm at the alter of the Corporate Deity, that supply my wallet with the currency to lead an ordinary existence. And yet I choose against the desires my soul looks out for.

I tap away on my keyboard, sensing every muscle wearing away to a tiresome halt. Nevertheless, staying alive beneath the monotonous schedules, becomes obligatory... I smile and chatter away, not knowing what reflection I make for myself in a community that is disparaging. Still, I sit amongst the others like a Gladiator battling away and contemplating that "Targets" and "Scorecards" make more sense than just sensing the feel of the early morning mist on my bare skin.

As the Golden Arc drapes down its weary scarf, hiding its warmth in the far horizons of the Arabian Sea, I walk out through the doors of digital security and nerve wrecking air conditioning, to become aware of the breeze tingling through my curls. And oh no... Here I go again, scurrying swiftly to catch my bus... huffing and puffing, through the crowd and jumping into the motor just in time to head to my dwelling.

Depleted of my energy, with only exhaustion left to experience, I trod back home, trying to make sense as to what I gained and what I lost. I gained the extra bonus of being a couch potato garnished with a pinch of blubber and lost another probably promising day to feel the earth under my feet.

I lie down, not being able to rest my head... It twirls through the day... and before I know I slip into the dreary douse of slumber!! No dreams to relish or enliven the spirit in me... just a few hours ahead of another long day... and me!