a thought tossed forth...

The current education system cannot stop riddling me...
A total blast out of no where kinda topic this i know...but jus bothering me...
The conventional 10+2 n then arts science commerce..the rigmarole..Entrances, tests, classes...n fight for decimals..we have started taking 90% for granted....
Coaching classes and their bright students!!! wow!then parents boasting about these kids in every possible place...
Poof and comes the time to don the graduation garb followed by PG in US or placement in a brilliant MNC!!!life now seems so complete na...
well then the time comes where atleast a few of us realise..we didnt really learn what is necessary or what we learnt is not at all useful...we need more, we need something different and we need to fill in a lot of stop gaps to actually stop ourselves from sinking in this abyss of reality!!!
well what went wrong?where?
I too faced similar questions, confronted them and realised a few things..just thoughts but i think they should be provoking enough...
Our entire system of education makes us go through a maze of exams and tests for subjects we hardly use in our day to day lives..and till the time we are 15 we are yet to realise where to we are heading, most of us are still at the same question even after 10 more years...
What we essentially lack is the inclusion of vocational subjects with equivalent status in our curriculum!maybe some of the students might be able to identify their interests earlier in life...
The competition for marks will sizably reduce, there would be a better clarity in the student's mind about his/her ability and aptitude, also a great amount of confidence and positive stress free approach towards higher education in the same field or aligned field of interest...Also there would be greater avenues for those who preferred to climb the academic ladder for the sheer intellectual pleasure of it all...
The entire social strata would be much more harmonious if there were multiple outlets or exit points for students from this maze of education, also multiple entry points for selective higher education.
Higher and concentrated exposure in the subject of interest would make the pupil more absorbed and sincere in the task at hand, thus we can imagine the kind of satisfied work force we shall have if each one has found a vocation of his/her own choice.
The second point is more relevant and not as much radical, we have various hard core vocational courses, engineering, architecture, hotel management etc, also other non vocational ones like arts, commerce etc...we all accept these conventional careers which are a natural outcome of the educational qualifications we gain. But then again we are looking for the unconventional careers which do not toe the line...be it being a DJ or RJ or maybe a copy writer, a model or an avid biker...a consistant amount of people do keep falling in this category, but what about the rest???
Cant we think up of something innovative?Cant we simply add a dash of creativity to the entire educational set up?
Cant we have creative engineers?creative doctors?well am not talking about engineers and doctors who have pursued theatre, painting or writing alongwith their professions, but about the essential creative approach towards their own profession, vocation?
Why do we need to learn this approach from a maverick?Why cant the syllabus be more flexible enough to accomodate a wayword thought process?why does sickness and its healing have to be the principle concern for doctors?why cant wellness be the concern?why do motors and routers and switches operate only on useful machines?why cant we have someone thinking up of engineering interesting toys or even building interesting structures for the generations to come?
Why poetry needs to be marginalised to slim volumes and part time poets?why cant the society celebrate the wordsmith?
why cant engineering concepts relate to various mythological or cultural phenomenon?why ram setu is a point of political dispute why not a subject for our civil engineers?
why is the tribal medicine totally shunned we might use the crude wisdom to treat many a modern day malaise....why is indian english just slotted as wrong or used liberally to amuse the ivory tower inhabitants?why not celebrate the indianisation of the language?
why cant universities stop being factories producing moron like graduates from every field, en masse...why cant we not have a creative or rational bachelor /master of commerce or arts or engineering or medicine???
not that the word can be justifiably used or even the level of creativity or rationality be tested and graded, just that innovation and evolution should be taught as a continuous ongoing process of education.
I really feel that being educated is one thing and being aware is another thing altogether...
Why cant we have interdisciplinary studies?maybe the buzz of the motor sets a tune in the mind of the engineer...he might compose a piece of music...connecting him/her on a very different plane with his/her vocation...
The approach might just sound abrupt, half cooked but the germ is genuine...
Come to think of more creatively liberated people, we definately will have more harmony in the society at large....
lets dream more..about changing the setup and lets get out our paint brushes of action and paint a brand new reality for ourselves!!!

what do you do when a touch leaves you empty?
what do you do when a sentence leaves you untouched?
what do you do when leaves scatter autumn poems only to be swept up n burnt?
what do you do when fantasies haunt the real life?
what do you do when illusions promise you a better company?
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i break apart...

each touch and memories of each touch...

mercury almost...flowing away untouched...

the flow beyond words...untouched by expression....

each expression piled n burned...

till ashes of creativity remained...

blown away to the far away Ganges of innocence...long polluted yet flowing.....

flowing n carrying carcasses of illusions..of aspirations and maybe even the dream lover....

all sailing along...down the sea of uncertainity and mindless depth...

only to be churned...thrashed by the waves and unmade by the currents....

thrown on the sea floor with rusted n chainless anchors for company....

sharks of the times when they ruled roost...

mobile roots of many a titanic....

and some opened n broken oyster pairs....

long lost eyes of the eternal lover...

who gave up his beloved to bejewel the harem....

incomplete stories with strains of music, sorrow and quest

for completion.....for the touch so complete....

empty....ness...

what do you do when a touch leaves you empty?

what do you do when a sentence leaves you untouched?

what do you do when leaves scatter autumn poems only to be swept up n burnt?

what do you do when fantasies haunt the real life?

what do you do when illusions promise you a better company?

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to be contd......

i grew up with you touch....

I remember fondling your breasts,
I remember clutching on to them
I remember your bosom was my world,
My Sun and the Moon...
Mother, I grew up with your touch!
I remember touching your fingers,
I remember kissing each one of them,
I remember your arms so strong and able
My unflailing support...
Father, I grew up with your touch!
I remember grinning at your bottom,
I remember noticing the difference, you a boy! i gasped almost! where is the hole gone?
I remember matching my dimples with those on your bum,
My sweet childhood mate....
Brother, kiddo...I grew up with your touch!
I remember you fondling my breasts,
I remember kissing your fingers
I remember we checking out the dimples on our baby's bottom
My dear....
Husband, I grew up with your touch!

when was the last time...

Writing diaries is as old as the rebelling harmones in me....
now comes a new way of putting across thoughts...
flinging them fast...far and wide in the galaxy of bytes,bits and god knows what all....
in this viscious circle of "i dont have time so i dont write" and "i dont write as i have no time" crazier gets the race sillier the running and hazier the opponents....
why run the race?why be a rat?
cliched sounded ideas so i deserted them till i became too cliched for ideas to come to me....
now i write again...its almost like having spasms...attacks..attacks of creativity..attacks of identity crises...attacks of superiority complex...attacks of non being....
so now ideas and words spurt forth...like mustard sauce sitting adamant in a bottle in a dingy pizza parlour...
slow slow n slowly they'll come..
now now shall it pour forth...
out of cracks on the plastered ego walls...out of the crumbling principle towers...out of the torn fabric of lonliness...out of the freshly cemented relationship...
woes? bygone times?suppressed emotions?fear of the forests dwelling within...
what all shall they describe?
maybe jus that all is not well in the spaces of void...all is not well in the city of thoughts, all is not well in the lighthouse of ambition...all is not well at the horizon of being...
the entity is losing light...the eyes have darkened with the shadows of failure and the brain?she has surrendered to insanity...
these pools of misery are filled with mists of confusion and haze of indecision...
let the light of optimism visit my valley..
let the words bloom in their full granduer and glory...
AMEN