At times, when I
sit back and get a flashback wave, I think of which was the most beautiful set
of days of my life. Of course, it was my school days! But even when I say this,
like I read from a quote recently, it wasn’t the school which made those days shine
brighter. It was always the friends, mischiefs and episodes we had gone through
those days.
Well, to start
with, I would say that school is the paper on which we jot down the tale of
life. But as per me schools have nothing to do with the tale written on the
paper it is. We can hardly blame anyone for this. This is a bitter truth which
has to be accepted though unwillingly.
Teachers come
for the career this divine service offers, just like any other professionals.
Profession has immensely reduced ethics quotient in this service just like in
the medical profession. More than a profession Teachers and Doctor and on earth
to serve life of others. One my imparting knowledge and the other by curing the
ailed. As per me, people who serve as a Teacher or Doctor have the most sacred
of professions on earth.
When it comes to
Teachers:
I’m not here for blaming my teachers. This is only to share my view on what more to be added to
the educational system. Pupils should be taught to think and dream by
themselves. This can help them identify themselves where and what they should
be after school. They can get help of their Teachers for the suggestions and
path to reach their goal.
Why do we need a
world where children study only to become doctors, engineers or accountants?
Why can’t we have more trained painters, writers, actors, musicians,
photographers, theatre artists, singers? First we need to grant the child the
profession or the way of living he feel comfortable. This should bud from home.
Parents should help children in finding their own career. I’m sure that this
can reduce the number of people sailing alone in a sea of frustration.
More than all if
it at least we won’t have that haunted feel of being stuck up in the wrong
place. Yes!! Have a glance into you whenever time allows and find out for
yourselves that we are stuck up and there is at least one thing you won’t be
tired of doing. As I sit back and think, I see frames everywhere, my
mind narrates my thoughts that hit me, and another part of my mind will be
humming a never ending playlist. All three of these happen all the time. Then I
realise that I am lost far away from what I may have become.
How wonderful a
world would it be with more music, stories, paintings; with all the competing
mentality wiped off; with everyone moving in tandem but not like in a race
looking each other with rage.
How wonderful a
world would it be…
