Education to what cause?

August 30, 2012 § 3 Comments

We are generations and generations of spoon-fed grown up kids. We are forced to kill our curiosity and follow the rules set by the society. Who the fuck is the society? No one.

Our schools follow a system that blinds us by asking us to stick to the traditions. ‘Tradition’ is simply a set of long followed rules admired by lazy people. Lazy people who refused think beyond and stick to a working formula.

In our schools we are asked to mug up a book, and recreate the same in the exam papers to become a top student. No one takes a fucking interest to actually teach or least explain us what the subject means. I know I wasn’t.

No wonder when we go to college, we have no fucking idea about our career. We don’t know to think by ourselves anymore. We need someone to tell us what to do and where to go and who to fuck. Our curiosity was not just murdered, it was systematically and brutally raped with a big fucking smile.

Thankfully, I had some left in me and still do. I will always be grateful to my folks for giving me enough freedom to do whatever the fuck I want. And help me whenever I wanted them to. But parents can only do so much.

We need institutions that inspire us. Make something of us. Push us over the edge and force us to take a leap. Allow us to make mistakes and not criticize it. Allow us to make it again and learn from it. We need institutions that make us realize that education is not just about academics. But unfortunately there is only a hand full of them. Hand full for a billion, can you believe it? And they don’t come cheap either.

Have you ever realized that as a developing economy and a country with billion brains, India is in the lowest low of patent registering. And our proudest institutions are nowhere close to world class. There is something really wrong with it, don’t you think? Whatever tradition we are currently following, is clearly not working.

A blind education creates more illiterates. It is like an ice cream without the cream. What is the fucking point of an institution if it doesn’t let its pupil think on their own. What is the point if it doesn’t nurture one’s creativity. It becomes a breeding ground for stupidity. And we have it in abundance.

A change we definitely need in our education system.  And I hope it comes sooner than later.


Getting my shit back together

August 23, 2012 § Leave a comment

It is been one year and three months already. I now understand how being a sloth can be addictive. And it can drain you, not just physically but to a psychologically level.

I used to be a fitness junkie. Enjoyed waking up early and working out. Always had time for some pranayama. Matter of fact I even enjoyed following a proper diet. I was never a big junk food munchie, unlike my brother. I like to be in control. Keeping fit kept my mind positive. It helped me sustain my ego levels.

Then, on a fine pristine day, the snooze button became more and more convincing. I stopped going to the gym. It’s like a domino effect you know. Slowly everything fell. The letharginess took me over. The first thing that went down was the dieting. Fruits and veggies were my primary meal. Now, I can barely remember the last time I had a healthy course. Then, pranayama. The all gracious pranayama was replaced with snoring, a loud one in that too. Cigarettes and alcohol became frequent.

Today, my laziness has escalated to mammoth proportions. I realized that it’s not just hard to come out of that laziness but it is close to impossible. I no longer have the energy I used to. I am a complete slob. I can feel the negative energy radiate from within. Few weeks ago I felt I hit rock bottom.

Physically, I now have beginners level man boobs. And when I look down my waist standing straight, I can’t see my…. toes.

And psychologically, I became an emo. Hate and excuses became supreme. Everything seemed hopeless. The future, my career, relationships and just bout everything else. Conversations with others became little. I would rot in my cesspool of downness. At one point I even thought I had a severe depression problem. I am pretty sure I don’t. Probably just a phase of attention-whoreism. I was always angry and sad. Hateful and stressed. Dull and lazy. I was mentally disgusted with myself.

And I’ve become fucking tired of it. I mean seriously, I am getting MAN BOOBS. What the fuck. If that’s not red alert, what is?

Coupla weeks ago I had a proper vacation (I will write about it in another post). A very deserved and very needed vacation. And that helped the emoness temporarily out. A vacation really makes you feel much better. Never believed it, but so fucking true.

So now, I have decided to reclaim myself. From the hate, the lethargy and the eh… man boobs.  So getting back to the gym primary  target. I don’t have a regime yet. But I know that I not going jump in straight to heavyweights.

I better start slow.

Lessons I learn

August 18, 2012 § Leave a comment

I like to learn new things every now and then.

It helps me get out of the constant boredom I find myself in. Keeps me occupied. Helps me understand that simple things we take as granted needs a little bit more than common sense, like making  a nice cup of filter coffee. As a South Indian I love my coffee and these Nescafe types is not my cup of tea. I learned that making a decoction is an art in itself. When my mom makes them, it seems so easy and tasted just the way I wanted. And when I did, it tasted like tar extract. I drank it anyways, because it is my cup of tar extract.

Besides that, there are things that we learn everyday. The little things from random people, things we observe from waiting to pay at the super-market, and things we learn at the work.

My boss makes sure that I get enough dosage of his ways and means of doing things. Some I like, and some I pretend to like. And there is one, he repeats over and over and over again. Trust and Respect, he says, is very hard to earn and very easy to lose. True and true. He continues that, Trust is earned by committing ourselves to all the little jobs, giving our best to it. And that commitment in time becomes Respect. With that comes bigger jobs and bigger responsibility.

I am going to take this advice.

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