To be
educated or not to be. Well, that will never be an existential question for
anybody. It’s the question of the ‘what’ and ‘how’ of education that is
beginning to bother me. I am slowly being forced to believe that the current
education system, its curriculum and methods of teaching need a massive
re-haul. Because now apart from all the discriminations that we have in our
society, the new class-divide taking place is between those who are supposedly
‘educated’ and those who are not.
Let me
explain.
One elderly
farmer I met in Chamoli in Uttarakhand commented that there are no ‘jobs’ for
the ‘educated’ youth, so everybody migrates to the cities. He also said that
the younger generation who have completed their education did not want to work
or stay in villages, as its below their dignity to study and be a farmer. A
young enterprising chap I was talking to in another village in Tehri, refused
to speak to me in Hindi. Working for a shipping company, he has travelled to
most countries in the Gulf region and hence wanted to impress me with his
English. He was noncommittal about his feelings for the mountains. Similarly,
in Ganjam, Odisha, the son of one of the self proclaimed last generation of
fishermen declared with a quiet pride that those who are educated will not do
fishing as it’s a profession only for the uneducated.
source: http://csmefgi.blogspot.in/ |
There is
nothing wrong in aspiring and wanting a different life. But there is a serious
problem if it disconnects you from your roots and even makes you despise them. There
is a problem if education means that there is dignity in only a few professions.
Being ‘english educated’ and getting a ‘job’ has suddenly become the big
aspiration. In Bastar, a group of women looked at my friend and me almost in
awe and asked: do you speak in English? Once even I, being ‘English-medium
convent’ educated, used to consider Hindi or state board pass-outs inferior
than me.
So I cringe
when I hear children from tribal regions greet us with ‘good mornings’ and then
narrate a nursery rhyme (government schools); or when I hear of children in
remote regions of Ladakh being inundated with library books, games or computer
aided learning all in English (NGO run by ex-corporate people). As Snow Leopard
Conservancy (an NGO in Ladakh) found out, most children studying in schools could
identify deer and peacocks from their books but did not know about Ibex or
snowcocks in their own backyard.
source: http://aakashpydi.com/ |
The inescapable
reality is that the current ‘westernised’ form of education is already deeply
entrenched and changing it would be a herculean task. On the other, a large
number of children are illiterate even now, so a huge problem exists of getting
them into this fold of education. But somewhere in between, we all (NGOs, CSRs
and Governments) can still create a balance by giving them a little bit of both
the worlds. Global with the local. Penguins with Lammergeiers. Science with
traditional knowledge and practices. Two examples stand out for me in this form
of education. Deep in the forest of Bastar, a retired CA from Pune opened a
school called the Imlee Mahuaa School for
tribal children when he realized that the Ghotul system of life-skills
education amongst them was fast eroding. In this school, even though children
have to sit for exams every year, they do not follow a strict curriculum. Here
the children dictate what they want to learn, when to learn and for how long.
Similarly in Ladakh, SECMOL
was started by a group of Ladakhis when they realized that the current system
of education is completely alien to Ladakh’s culture, language, topography etc.
In this school, the curriculum is different from what’s prescribed elsewhere
with a focus on the requirements of Ladakh.
Even in a poor country like Vietnam who got independence
much later than us, there is basic dignity of labour. I would like to believe
that it’s the reason why they are progressing faster and better than us. While
we as a society continue to create more and more divisions and indignities in
life.
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