Teaching -Then and Now .!!

We are on the eve of another teachers day .I am convinced that I am  aging and that is because I don’t seem to remember my first teachers day as a teacher !! .Its a tough ask if you have been in the profession for 35 years  .But at a macro level ,Teachers Day brings back a collective picture that has not changed –and that is of children taking over as teachers on Teachers Day !!The Headboy /Headgirl takes over as the Principal and gets to sit on the chair which most look up  at with awe .Then there is a small cultural show put up by the kids and one of my favourites was when some students tried imitating their teachers .I remember the very talented mimic Padamjeet Sehrawat (now a celebrity cricket commentator)bringing the house down with laughter and deafening applause as he imitated teacher after teacher .And of course the titles that the kids gave to their teacher .Amazingly appropriate .!!I simply loved each moment of it as I sat in the students gallery !!It was normally topped up with a sumptuous meal .

Much has changed in these 35 years .I think the quality of teaching has deteriorated .And  there are some reasons  for it.There is too much of legislation about what to do and what not to do .There is a amazing amount of paperwork -the CCE system has converted a teacher to a lower divisional clerk who has to maintain a plethora of complicated files which come under the scrutiny of a "inspector".!!.Business people and industrialists control schools who have never worked at ground zero level .If you are independent in your thinking you are termed "frustrated ". You cant use harsh words (psychological damage),and you are taught too much by phoney experts as to how to teach .I remember I did not have a Bed Degree till after having taught for 10 years and I did my Bed so that I became eligible to become a Principal !!Till now  I don’t understand the complex and high sounding words –ex pedagogy ,cognitive skills ,Pavlov Theory ,Maslow Theory etc -,and yet I think I was a reasonably good teacher .I still feel that a teacher must be allowed a free hand to teach in his/her own way  and spill out his/her  passion .The only thing one needs to observe in a interview when recruiting a teacher is whether a person  will be committed to his/her  job or not ,and whether he/she has a presence in class .Teachers are after all role models for the kids .One can mould ones personality in a particular way only when one is in school .Once you grow up then you cant have role models of your age because you will always consider them as your contemporaries .And once you go past lets say beyond 40 –you are too old to change .The real models must be your classmates who do extraordinary things in class or your teachers .When I sit in interviews ,I don’t look at the knowledge that someone is displaying.I look out whether the person will be able to influence a child with his/her  passion and personality .Unfortunately ,passion can never be found in persons who are constantly straight jacketed and who are overfed with instructions .It just kills the originality .Good teachers will seldom be “yes” persons .You will find them a bit eccentric because they do things differently .I knew  a  contemporary who gave negative marks in English !!For example you could get -35 in English !!And we had a damn good Principal who allowed him to do that .Bottom line –recognize what good teachers are all about ,don’t interfere in their work ,and please don’t treat them like babus .Unfortunately all the above seem to be missing these days .

Of course much has changed .The challenge to the teachers is from the internet .Kids are better prepared bcoz they now have access to knowledge at the click of a button  .Previously the repository of all knowledge was the teacher .The centre of gravity of learning was the teacher .If you wanted any information –it had to be via the teacher .The teacher was much sought after .But all that has now changed .And because children are quicker in grasping facts and retaining them (just like they can run and jump more than a aging teacher ),they tend not to rely too much on the teacher .Even we google to find out what a particular disease is all about and what is the cure for it –we sometimes don’t go to a doctor!!What the teacher must do is to constantly keep updating themselves about their knowledge base and also adapt to and adopt technology .Otherwise their image will continue to get a beating .

But all said and done –if you are a good  human being and you have a presence and you have a sufficient knowledge base –you will always be a valuable teacher .You cant beat the internet in knowledge .But you can beat it in the way you talk ,the way you smile ,the way you respond to a tragedy,the way you respond to success ,the way you stand up for a cause .The internet can never beat you to it .And that is what makes the teaching profession such a durable profession .And here is a lovely little poem about why a teacher is so valuable .You all must have read it somewhere .But it is worth reading it again especially since tommorow is Teachers Day .I quote from what a child wrote to his teacher

“When you thought I wasn't looking, you displayed my first report, and I wanted to do another.

When you thought I wasn't looking, you fed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking, you gave me a sticker, and I knew that little things were special things.

When you thought I wasn't looking, you put your arm around me, and I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt--but that it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking, you smiled, and it made me want to look that pretty too.

When you thought I wasn't looking, you cared, and I wanted to be everything I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking--I looked...and

Wanted to say Thanks for all those things you did when you thought I wasn't looking.”

Yes teaching is not about teaching Maths ,History ,Science or other subjects .Its also about teaching how to live life .In todays world teachers tend to teach subjects  .But  sometimes the uneducated are the greatest of teachers .My maternal grandmother was one of them .Happy Teachers Day .!!God bless .

My Take On Life -Post 50 Years of Age

“I don’t ever remember ever  being aware of going past 50 years of age and being afraid of “oldness”.!

Of course there are  things I miss about being younger - chiefly  the ability to pull all-nighters,  and chasing the cricket ball   over  green  turf ,and  having chased it down to fine leg or third man boundary ,throwing it back with such power that it brought out dust from the wicketkeepers gloves .I miss taking on the young  “pretender” of my crown ,my son at the squash courts and and   at times not allow him even  a single point in 3 games .!! I miss being  smiled at by girls I didn’t know who thought I was cute; and I wish I had the eyesight ,and memory  I had even five years ago… But quite honestly  that stuff feels pretty trivial. 

I’m happier than I’ve been at any time in my life these days. I have a wonderful wife whom I adore, and who thinks I have looked after her well and who admires me for my intelligence and resilience.I have   watched my son grow into a amazing man, who is so steady that I wonder whether he  was  ever a teenager .I am proud of my ability to teach and to motivate .I am proud about the fact that people seek me out to speak on special occasions and at seminars .!!  I have real, true, glorious friends, and I’ve been able to do real good for things I care about, like freedom of speech, travel ,write ,eat and drink the best wines and whiskey .Sometimes I work from 8 am to 8pm ,and yet walk my customary 8 kms to test and surprise myself .! I love my grey hair and thank God that he hasnt thinned my hair .!!I have travelled the world and met and seen amazing places and people .

I miss friends who have died, but then, I’m glad that  life  gave them to me, to befriend, even for a while, and that I was alive to know them. I knew Uncle Sumra , and I knew Jasmeet Singh(Jassi), and I knew Ravi Parinja, and I knew the Austrian Airline Airhostess ……… do you know how lucky that makes me? You would never know that because for that you would have to be me .

 I know the downside of age and the downside of time, and I am sure that the view from age 55 is not the view from age 75.I know the  importance of  luck in life .I know that I was nearly given up as dead in a Delhi Hospital –but rose from the grave .I have been unlucky to be friends who I thought were fiercely loyal to me –only to find that they were just opportunists and were running with the hare and hunting with the hound .But I am mature enough not to spend my precious time on thinking much about them .I am sure they must have had their compulsions .Good luck to them .I am sure they also must be as happy as me –if not more .

I wish the time hadn’t gone so fast, though. And sometimes I wish I’d enjoyed it more on the way, and worried about it less.

I miss Dehradun.I have a special liking for it and haven’t spent more than 3 or 4 days in it at a stretch for nearly 40 years .As far as I am concerned ,it’s the best part of the world for me to be in .Its not about roads ,hospitals and the clutter that one sees in Dehradun these days .Its not even about the corrupt politicians who have taken the simple and poor people of the hills for a ride .Its also not about the forests that  have been denuded and the land mafia who have taken over most of the land .For me Dehradun is about a wonderful childhood  in the beautiful suburb of Clement Town .Its about taking a bus ride through lazy and traffic free roads from home to school .Its about Prem Singh ,our domestic help bringing us fresh and hot rajma  chaawal peppered with fresh hot desi ghee made from the cream of the milk of our own buffaloes .I can still get a whiff of the wonderful aroma of the food as I write .I miss that .I get back a bit of it when I go back to Dehradun once in a while .Yes ,I live a lot in the past .Why not ?I am not running away from unhappiness .I am going back to a glorious past .

I also miss the way cricket is played these days .Cricket has been a   obsession .But I miss the way it is played these days .Of course I haven’t divorced it simply because it is played in different color clothing and at night with white balls .But for someone who was brought up listening to John Arlott,Brian Johnston,Dicky Rutnagar ,Devraj Puri and  the other greats ,describing Tom Graveney ,Frank Worrel ,Vijay Manjrekar ,Patuadi ,Farrouk Engineer and others playing  -it appears rude to hear someone raise his pitch when a shot is hit for a boundary .I miss watching Sunny Gavaskar take on the handsome Imran Khan ,or the sight of a lazy Bishen Bedi twirl his hands over as if they were on well oiled ball bearings .It was a different game .I miss that atmosphere and that class .Never mind how hard people try to defend the modern game .

I miss my school and college .I went to a fabulous school and a even better college .We had fantastic Principals ,teachers and friends  .We did naughty things .We had our crushes on the girls from Convent Of Jesus and Mary and Indraprasta College .But it was in a different way we went about it .The cell phones ,the computers , the ipads –have killed romance and the thrill associated with it .

I miss the great aura and spell that the actors and actresses of the seventies cast on us .If you see some of the early movies of actors like Dharmendra,Rajesh Khanna ,Shashi Kapoor ,Vinod Khanna,Sharmeela Tagore ,Saira Banu,Gregory Peck ,Doris Day (Kay Sarrah Sarrah ,whatever will be will be,the future is not ours to see!!),Dilip Kumar ,Paul Newman …….you will surely agree that they were a sight for the Gods to see .Now everyone looks the same .They walk the same way ,they dress in the same way .I miss the great variety of the past stars .

But life has been kind .The most important part is, that there has been very little I haven’t experienced .I have experienced physical pain ,emotional trauma,loss ,failure, and at times life  has  made me  feel small .But God has given me more in terms of luxury,joy ,ecstacy,success and recognition .In school,  the kids made me feel like a celebrity .What life  holds for me  in the future –I don’t know .I am prepared for everything .And I don’t brood about the future ,because as Doris Day belted on the jukebox in Napoli Restaurant on Rajpur Road ,Dehradun, everytime I went there as a schoolboy

“Whatever will be will be ,

The future is not ours to see ,

Kay Sarrah Sarrah”  

Even I Have A "Khwaab"(Dream).

Dubai is a glittering city .And it has a glittering metro system .And in all that glitz –I was confused .I was at the Sharaf DG staion and wanted to board a metro to Burf Kalifa .I got my ticket ,swiped it and took to the escalator .Soon I was on the platform .It was amazingly clean and near empty .And it was supposedly rush hour -7.45 in the evening !!I was confused as to whether  I was on the right line or not .There are only two lines –but I did not want to board a wrong train .I wanted to confirm .I looked around to ask the question “Will this take me to Burf Khalifa”.?There was a coloured man who seemed totally smitten with his woman .They were clinging onto each other and looking into each others eyes .I avoided them .There was a Chinese guy who had his ears plugged and was obviously listening to music .There was  a group of ladies who were in burqas and I did not disturb them .Then I saw Munnawar .He got off the escalator ,carrying a small computer bag with him .He was about 45 ,balding and showing off his widows peak .He  looked tired and stressed .His eyes met mine .I talked in Hindi .

“Does this metro go towards Rashida ?(the last station on the way onwards toward Burj Khalifa.)

He spoke in chaste Punjabi

“Where do you want to go?”(Tussi kithe janaa  chandeh ho”)

My ears cocked up .A Punjabi in Dubai !!Wow !!It feels so nice to meet someone like yourself in a foreign land .

“From where in Punjab are you .I am from Hoshairpur”,I said .

“Our family is from Jullunder .We crossed over during the Partition”,he said .And then his eyes looked blank as he seemed to travel into space and time .He told me that though he had never gone back to Jullunder ,his father had grown up there .He also told me he had a Aunt who had migrated from Hoshairpur .I told him my side of the story .I told him that my father had studied medicine at the famous King Edwards Medical School at Lahore and that my father in law was from Gujranwallah .He was thrilled

“My wife is from Gujranwallah”, he said .

I asked him what he was doing in Dubai .He was working for a Security Agency in a senior position .He was a resident of Karachi ,and was living alone in Dubai .He did not like Dubai .He told me that he was prone to bouts of homesickness and had just returned back from Pakistan .I asked him the obvious question .

“Why don’t you work in Pakistan”?

It touched a raw nerve .He spouted venom at the political structure in Pakistan .He told me how unsafe it was for anyone to work or walk around in Pakistan .He also told me how shadowy people who claimed to be agents of the ISI or the Taliban extort money from ordinary people .He also told me as to how beautiful women are taken away at night and dropped back in the morning after being raped .He spruced it up with the choicest of Punjabi abuses .!!And then he looked at me and said,

“India is a heaven compared to Pakistan .It is a super power .If it has guns ,tanks ,nuclear missiles ,it also has tomatoes ,rice ,industries ,agriculture ,5 Star Hotels and Malls .You have a guy called Arnab Goswami .I am sure you have seen and heard him .My God –look at the way he talks to your politicians ,Army Generals ,bureaucrats ,anyone .You have democracy. Pakistan only has guns and a sham democracy !!”

I was quiet for a minute .I absorbed the praise .I realized that I came from a amazing country .I realized how important democracy was .More for the poor ,because even if injustice is being meted out to them –they can speak up .The Press will pick it up .People will rally around Durga Shakti .Or Nirbhay .There is always hope in a democracy like  we have in India .Not a single South Asian country started with democracy –be it Singapore ,Malaysia ,Pakistan ,SriLanka .No other country can boast of the right of people to slander anyone and get away with it .Everyone is a Arnab Goswami (if one chooses to be ),in ones locality,state or province .!!I realized all that at the Sharaf DG Station .

He looked at me .He spoke again – in Punjabi .He looked at the sparkling lights of Dubai .The Burj Khalifa jutted out into the sky in the distance .The skyline of the city looked like drawings of tall buildings in bold colors.In the station the crowd had swelled up .There were Asians ,Africans ,Chinese ,Arabs ,Europeans.The world seemed to be compressed into the metro station .Munnawar spoke as the metro pulled into the station .

“Sir ,I have a “Kwaab”(dream),that one day people from all over the world will come to India and Pakistan to take part in its economy .We should be giving them employment and not the other way around .But it is a “Khwaab”!!I know it wont happen in our lifetime .”!!

I had the final word just as the metro pulled in and the doors opened .

“Munnawar –even I have a “khwaab”.A “khwaab”  that one day India and Pakistan will become one .Your father was from Jullunder and my father and father in law were from Lahore and Gujranwallah .We got separated in 1947.I have a kwaab that one day it will change .But I know it wont in my lifetime “

The metro compartments doors opened .I ran towards one that appeared less crowded .Munnawar ran toward another .He looked over his shoulder and gave me a thumbs up .I clasped both my hands above my head –signifying unity and friendship .And the I lost him .We were separated .

Just like our families were in 1947 .We called it Independence .!!

Does It Matter?

“ As terrorism spread its footprint across India through the 1990s and first decade of the new century, reaching a horrific, televised climax in Mumbai when gunmen, armed and trained in Pakistani sanctuaries , a dilemma has ebbed and flowed through the tides of Indian public opinion. Can outlaws be contained through the binding laws of a liberal democracy ? Should right to life, a fundamental tenet of our Constitution, be extended to those who kill innocents , arbitrarily, bomb buildings, hijack aircraft, or target places of worship in order to inject poison into the demographic veins of India? Theory has the good fortune of living in a black-and-white textbook . Reality is grey. Terrorists thrive in shadow wars, protected by a paradox: since they are out of uniform, they can always claim innocence until the moment they pull a trigger. We forget the number of alibis that were floated even after something as self-evident as the 2008 Mumbai attack and some were repeated in Parliament by a Cabinet minister in the UPA government. Our security forces have to hunt in such treacherous fog. Their job is to succeed before the trigger is squeezed, to find Indira Gandhi’s and Rajiv Gandhi’s assassins before they have succeeded, and to stop a thousand attacks on civilians during a festival or any other day.””(M.J.Akbar)

 When 19-year-old Ishrat Jahan was killed by the police way back in 2003 (?),there was a whimper . There was  no standard response. Most people have probably chosen their sides over Ishrat Jahan. The CBI’s chargesheet is enough for those who believe she is guiltless. Others stress the IB version that David Headley, convicted of terrorism, mentioned her name; or wonder what she was doing in the company of three men recognized, even by the CBI, as terrorists.The storm has once again gathered as the elections beckon people who love power .First the Ministry of Home Affairs said that she was a terrorist and now they have backed off saying that they cant part with what they shared with the Americans about Headleys statement .The game is very simple –Ishrat was shot dead for whatever reasons .Now over her dead body others are  trying  to get a pot shot at one of Indias most dynamic men .(Please keep in mind what M J Akbar has written above ).The simple question that remains unanswered is –what actually  was she doing with 3 criminals ?The bodies of two of them were never claimed because the mouthpiece of the LeT had acknowleged that all 4 were on their rolls .It took them 2 years to say they had made a journalistic error !!Why would the police kill 4 of them ?From all accounts (if it was a planned encounter),it took a lot of logistics and planning to stage it .Were they not convinced that these 4 were out on a mission to kill the CM of Gujerat ?And if they were certain about the motive –should they have waited for them to pull the trigger ?These are some questions that need to be answered and not politicized .I saw first hand the anti Sikh riots of 1984 .I was a married man when my brilliant I.A.S brother in law was shot by terrorists in Patiala.I have very little sympathy for terrorists or suspected terrorists   

Only one thing is  very clear in this ding dong battle of the vultures as they try to feed off the remains of those who were killed .None of them is interested in the truth .To hell with it .It never mattered when Sikhs were massacred in the aftermath of the assassination of Mrs Gandhi .One had to hop over dead bodies to reach a particular house in Trilokpuri .Everyone saw who were leading the assassins as they shouted the same slogans as the mobs in Naroda Patiya .Grieving mothers clutched on to young lives before being sliced like butter  with a hot knife .Yes ,we very conveniently forget the past the moment the next horrendous riot takes place .We should set up museums in Godhra ,Naroda Patiya ,Trilokpuri -highlighting the cruel march of time on those fateful days .Like the Americans and the Western World have done to build museums to highlight the holocaust that was unleased on the Jews .But nothing happens here . The lawyers who are fighting the cases are interested in the big buck .The egoistic TV journalists are interested in the TRP ratings .The police are interested in getting medals or settle scores with people who think differently from the way they think .And the political parties are interested in making it a “secular” vs “communal “ issue .So sad that the mighty value of truth is buried in the greed and manipulations of the small human mind . A  simple  reality has been converted into a legal issue of FIRs and Chargesheets. A  complex reality has emerged turning the issue into a  campaign fodder in election season. Politics is the petrol that can turn such a fire into conflagration.

We sit and watch .Helplessly .At the moment it doesn’t concern us –does it ?I would rather watch “Bhaag Milkha Bhaag” tomorrow and go out to the Marriott for dinner tonite .

Pran , Movie Halls ,Dehradun -A Slice From The Past-Part 1

Whenever a great actor passes away ,I remember Dehradun .Funny?And what is the link ?!!

I was not born in Dehradun ,but I grew up in it .And my father chose to settle down in the city after giving it a long thought .Like all refugees ,he and his brothers had moved out of Punjab after the Partition .My Chacha,and my Taujis had settled in that haven for refugees –Delhi .But my father being empowered with a medical degree from the King Edwards Medical College ,Lahore  ,went to Burma (modern day Myanmar)and became a successful doctor –specalizing in surgery .It was in Burma that all of us were born while  he moved from one district to another .I have very strong visuals of his last posting at Myingyan ,which was (and I am sure still is) a part  of the Mandalay Division .Incidentally ,from my mothers side ,her father and his brothers (also from Punjab before partition),had migrated to Burma and settled down in Mandalay .There my Nanaji and his brother ran a very successful sweet shop .It was this connection of my Dad going to Burma as a doctor and my mother being there already in Mandalay ,that probably settled the marriage issue .They were married in India in the district of Hoshairpur (Hajipur ,Talwara),from where my mothers family hailed .

A part of Guro Bhavan where i grew up .It faces the main road .

I have some memories of our stay and  my father in Burma –he seemed to be all the time in the hospital .And when he was at home ,he would always encourage us to travel with him in our Landrover to various districts .He has a penchant for wearing hats(not caps )  and smoking cigars .A desi “angrez” if ever there was one .!!My brother and two elder sisters went to the Mount Hermon School in Darjeeling (a residential school ),,and that left me and my other two sisters  with Mom and Dad .We had lots of cats and dogs and dad liked going to the golf course and enjoying his drink –whiskey at night and when he played on a Sunday afternoon –beer .He oozed charm and mixed freely with everyone –especially women .My mother developed hypertension and was soon confined to the bed most of the time .Those days ,hypertension was considered a killer disease because the medicines available now were absent then .She survived on “Serpasil” and “Adelphane”,which were considered life savers .I remember her popping “Equanil” every night to facilitate her sleep .I can imagine now what all she must have gone through in her fight against the disease .But we had ample amount of servants and she ran the house by giving verbal instructions .She was very pretty and had a robust commonsense .

The beautiful trees which dot the boundary wall .

Entertainment those days was limited .There was no television to start with .We depended largely on radios which were huge in size .The bigger the radio –the more affluent you were supposed to be !!We had a big Murphy and Phillips radio .We also had a huge Grundig Tape Player which worked when we put huge circular tapes on it !!The transistor made its appearance somewhere down the line .On Wednesday we would all crowd around the Radio and hear the racy and melodious voice of Ameen Sayani  entertain us and welcome us by saying "Bhaiyon aur Bhenoh,Ameen Sayani aapka phir se Binaca Geet Mala me swagat karta hai " .It was aired on “Radio Ceylon”!!Later on when the TV  made its appearance ,we would all crowd around it to hear the naughty looking Tabbassum entertain us with “Chitrahaar”.We would all make sure that our food was over and done with before 8 pm .And sometimes when there would be a electricity failure ,we would moan and curse the department .

The other form of entertainment were the weekly movies which we went for .And that is the reason that I remember Dehradun whenever a actor of that era passes  away .Movies were not made the way they are these days –by dozens and hundreds .And one did not see movies like you kids see it these days –partly eating food ,partly smsing ,partly talking ,partly talking over cell phone while watching it .In the sixties and seventies movies were not available on videos or computers or even cell phones .There was only one place where we could see the movie –in the movie hall .I now appreciate  the difference between theatre and movies in the modern age .There is only one place you can watch the theatre –its in the theatre !!You cant watch it on a video .Last year when I was in London ,we watched a musical in a theatre .It was cramped ,it was crowded and it reminded me of the movie halls of Dehradun .And thank God ,the Brits have a love for tradition .Though the physical size of the population has grown ,the distance between the rows in the theatre  is still the same .It doent matter if you have longer legs –they wont revamp the 150 year old  theatre near Oxford Street !!Sadly ,many movie halls have dissappered in Dehradun –Laxmi,Digvijay ,Capri ,Odeon ,Victory Cinema (in my beloved Clement Town).They have been replaced by the Malls. But in them we saw ,and fell in love or hated the great stars of our times .In them I saw Pran ,in movies like Gumnaam(Gumnaam hai koyi ,badnaam hai koyi!) Jab Jab Phool Khiley(ek thaa gul aur ek thee bulbul-oh la la!),Upkar (what a amazing song –“Kasme wade pyar wafa sab  ,batein hai batoh ka kya, Koyi kisi ka nahi ye jhoothhe, Naate hain naato ka kya),Johnny Mera Naam,(pal bhar ke liyeh koi mujse pyaar kar le -jhootah hi sahi- dear dear me so desperate !),Love In Tokyo (Sayonara ,Sayonara,kal phir miloongee Sayonara)  ,etc .I still remember every scene ,and not because I have a good memory .I remember the stars and the movies because going to a movie was as big a occasion as going to attend a relatives wedding !!One cant forget occasions like those .And you cant forget the place where such events took place .And  you cant forget the hero and heroine of the wedding –the bride and the bridegroom .For us the movie halls were like  the venue of the weddings, where the bride and the bridegroom were the Saira Banus , the Nandas,the Vijayantimalas ,the Sadhanas ,the Asha Parekhs ,the Mumtazs .And the bridegrooms were Rajesh Khanna ,Dev Anand ,Shammi Kapoor,Raj Kumar or Pran,Raj Kapoor ,Dilip Kumar  .They were a part of our living –and living with joy .It was a occasion that was not meant to be taken casually .Infact before the movie programme was made ,a lot of anticipation and preparation went into it .Thats why each movie left behind it not only memories of the story and the plot –but also very strong allied memories .Pran was not just a actor .He was a part of our essential being .Thats why when he (or for that matter some other actor passes away ),they  take  away with them  a bit of our childhood .

More about that connect in my next blog .

Schools.Will We Need Them 5 years From Now ?

 We live in times which are like shifting sand .Nothing is static even for a day and are changing at a pheneomenal pace .If one brought back to life doctor who had lived in the 80s ,he would not be able to understand what was happening in the operating theatre .He would be watching a  patient all wired up to a computer  watching his operation on a screen ,a few members of his family would  be clutching at his hands and the doctors would be using computers and lasers for operating him .Ditto with a lawyer .He would not be conversant with the laws that have changed –cyber laws !!-and he would have to know how to use technology to find the listing of his case .Even a man who kept his money in a bank .If by chance he went to a bank ,he would be surprised to find hardly anyone there .Gone would have been the queues.!!Why ?Because all accounts are being managed online and money is no longer withdrawn by standing in a line and handing over a cheque !!Its with a swipe of of the credit card !!Same with ticket bookings –train ,airlines ,hotels ,movies,restaurants etc .He would also find rickshaw wallahs and small children with cell phones and IPads .And restaurants in which people hardly talked while eating –so busy were they on their iphones and blackberry’s texting messages and accessing yahoo,google or even watching live cricket or porn !!

But wait .!!If he were to make his way into a school (the normal school ),he would find himself completely at home .He would find crowded classrooms ,he would find chalk duster and blackboard ,and he would find  the teacher teaching with his/her  back facing the class because he/she is writing something on the board all the time  from a NCERT text  book which was published about 5 years ago . There might be a few changes in the History chapters ,but that would be because the government had changed and wanted History to be taught in the way its think tank interpreted it (communal vs non communal!!).

Its the only profession that hasn’t changed at the pace at which the world has changed .A Ambassador Car of the 60s on the track of Formula 1 Racing .!!

Why ?This is so because of many reasons .Briefly

1.We still  live in a era of “brick and mortar schools”.Schools such as ours are a  product of the age of the industrial revolution-where things were mass produced .So you put 50 students into a class ,assume all of them will grow at exactly the same pace ,and  have the same skills  .At the end of the 33 weeks ,the product will be ready ,will be stamped(in the form of a result),there will be some defective pieces,there will be some  “seconds”,and you have done the job .To hoodwink the masses ,you will introduce CCE which increases largely  meaningless  work and to manipulation . (Ask any teacher and many Principals ).

2.This kind of  system envisages more students than teachers .The teacher if dedicated tries his/her best to teach in a way that most children are able to comprehend bits and pieces of the “transferred” knowledge .However due to compulsions of the system it ignores children who march to a different beat .The net result is that advanced students are bored in school and want to move faster ,while struggling students fall further and further behind .Education is “customized” for mass production.

The above is the model that prevails in 99 percent of the schools. Schools were built on the presumption that teachers and knowledge were in short supply .Hence everyone had to go to a school to get "scarce" knowledge .They were also built on the presumption that everyone of a particular age had equal capabilities.But all that has changed .Knowledge is freely available on the Web and is in abundance .And we cant continue to see schools where children come to study from a narrow content list and knowledge through books published 4 years ago .Knowledge on the net is doubling every 10 hours (by the time some of you read it that figure of 10 may further reduce!!),and google.com gets 2.4 billion (yes billion!!)hits per day .

The great tragedy in our schooling system is that we  do not have a window open for “intrinsic”,needs .Very few students are allowed by the parents to pursue something like dance ,music ,fine art or rifle shooting .When I told my father once that I wanted to be a painter ,he laughed and said “Better to be cobbler .At least you are sure to get some work .Everyone wears shoes that may need repair .All your paintings will remain in the attic”.The attitude hasn’t changed amongst the schools and parents .Somehow a Physical Instructor is valued much less than a English or Physics teacher .Why?Becuase those are the subjects that get you the jobs .Hence our education system is “extrinsic”-it is catering to the external demand of the market.It is governed by laws of supply and demand .It is not linked to give boost to “intrinsic” needs –music ,dance,sports ,friendship .There is only one Principal I know who has the background of being a Physical Health Instructor .And one who is a theatre personality .And one who is painter .We don’t value intrinsic needs .We live in the age of the machine and technology .And machines and computers don’t have emotions .To use them you have to be tech savvy .And that is where the nature of schooling will move to in the next 5 years I feel .Laws will overtake values .Right and wrong (value),based on moral precepts will be overtaken by law .If you violate a law you will be punished .You wont be counseled .Counsellers will be replaced by lawyers !!

At the moment all the above looks very far fetched .It is not in our hands to stop change .When the time for a “idea” to be born has come –it will be born .The idea of technological change has already been born .The baby will soon grow up .

What would future  classes be like ?

1.Educational Innovations will take place LARGELY outside traditional classrooms

 2.Over a period of time education software will play a larger and larger role ,until the schools are no longer necessary .

3.Students will continue to gather with their local friends in a building called a “school”.(The word “school” wont go away).

4.Learning in these “schools” will be determined by learning style ,ability ,and personal interest rather than the syllabus set by the schools.

The above will happen or is bound to happen because of a depletion of oil .In 5 years time the prices of oil  and traffic on the roads ,will be so high that it would be impossible for children to be able to commute over long distances .The transportation charges  will be 3 times the cost of tuition fee .All that is not going to be sustainable .

We need to recognize the fact that we have gone beyond the age of the “INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION”.We live in a age of the “TECHNOLOGICAL REVOLUTION”.The future has to belong to “INTERACTIVE ONLINE EDUCATION”,which has to be better than todays education software which is nothing better than “GLORIFIED FLASH CARDS “. ONLINE Education will allow for classes to be customized to a students particular style .

And  computerized systems will enable us to deliver continuous assessments to students.

I know many of you who are reading  will find it childish and queer when I write  all this .I also know that there will be questions that many of us who believe that change will take place wont be able to answer .Its impossible to be able to structure the future and in a debate the one who is predicting is always going to be on the losing side to the one who is arguing about the past and providing the facts .But technology has its own dynamics .The radios confined us to a room where we needed a plug point .The solid state transistor made it possible for us to move around the house or carry the transistor with us to parties and picnics .Remember Murphy Transistor?Then we got into the world of pocket transistors .Ditto with typewriters ,PCs ,laptops ,ipads ,notebooks etc .Same with phone .And the same will happen in the world of education.The technological changes will provide solutions to sustain it (the change).Remember

Karl Marxs concept of the substructure being sustained by a superstructure ?Infact it is already happening .Online schooling is very successful in some parts of the world .Salman Khan (no –not our Salman Khan )  who runs the highly successful  Khan Academy,in America , a free online education platform and non profit organization  has produced more than 4,000 video lessons teaching a wide spectrum of academic subjects, mainly focusing on mathematics and the sciences. As of May 2013, the Khan Academy channel on YouTube attracted 1,000,000 subscribers and the Khan Academy videos have been viewed over 268 million times.

I feel we all need to accept the realities .We may or may not like technology (I don’t ),but it is not a matter of choice .It has become a compulsion .

To answer the question as to whether there would be schools like the ones we have now in the future ,the answer is yes and no .Yes for those who have to be told what to do and no for those who will lead the world and tell us what to do .The children of today know more about everything than most of us .And I am suere you must be aware about it  whenever your computer or cell phone runs into trouble !!You always turn to your kid –because  by default he/she was born into technology .My grand nephew is already running his fingers over a Android phone !!He may never go to a brick and mortar school .And even if does –his kids wont .This much  I am sure about .

Because he does not want to go into the Formula I Race ,driving a Ambassador Car .!!

Kudos To The Supreme Court .!!Well Done .

The Supreme Court has done what all of us wanted so desperately –it  delivered  a path breaking judgement on disqualification of law makers who are convicted in various courts .For some of you who may not be conversant with law ,there are several layers before a person can be convicted by the courts .For example ,one can be convicted for a crime in a district court –but that may not be be the only place where he stands convicted .He can appeal to a higher court –like the High Court ,or even to the Supreme Court .The result is that conviction in the Indian judicial system can be painfully slow because people take recourse to appeals  .Sometimes justice does not take place for someone who has been affected .Sometimes people die before the first hearing comes up in Court .Sometimes people don’t even knock at the doors of the courts .Because they know it will be vain .And that is the reason why politicians who have a criminal background are seldom  convicted .There is a politician who has been convicted in a fodder scam that took place 20 years back and continues to politic –because his case is now pending in the Supreme Court !!There are criminals in jails and winning by huge margins because they have appealed in the higher courts .Thats why there are 1460 MLAS and MPS who are facing criminal charges and are yet making laws for you and me.Because they are protected by clause 8(4) of the Peoples Representation Act which says that if convicted ,a lawmaker can appeal within 3 months to a higher court and continue to be in the Legislature .What the Supreme Court has done is that it has struck down the above provision and said that if a politician is convicted (in any court) –then he/she  is instantly disqualified .!!Which means that the politician can appeal to a  higher court  only after  vacating their seat  ,for acquittal and they (the politicians) know best how long that will take !!Ha Ha Ha !!Now instead of them wanting the case to be delayed –they will push for it to be hurried because that’s the only chance for them to get back into politics !!

However there are a couple of points that need to be understood

1.Lower courts are not always right in the judgement .So a politician can get a bad deal .

2.There can be cases “engineered”,against a politician to make sure he gets disqualified .

3.What will happen if 30 or 40 MPS get disqualified after getting into Parliament ,but befor getting convicted ?Re election ?What about the logistics?

4.The Supreme Court Judgement  however has made the law prospective –which means that all those who have been convicted and have already filed in their appeals will not fall under the purview of this decision .But anyone contesting elections in the future will be subject to the provisions of the act .

5.Political parties wont give tickets to people who can be convicted .With razor thin majorities in Parliament ,it would be disastrous for a political party to lose 5 MPS !!

I feel it’s a great judgement and will go a long way in cleaning up the system .Its time we as Indians don’t live life getting up everyday  ,subconsciously thinking that we are following laws which are made by 1/3 people who have  a criminal record .