Friday, February 25, 2011

Education: The Mess Continues

Education: The Mess Continues…

The mail said to update eight excel sheets from a single reference sheet. And I kept on doing the same almost the fourth time a day by now because the estimate was not under the belt of an apocryphal budget of the project what the ‘tummy’ thought. After meeting the apocryphal point I ran out of the junk; of which fabricators actually took pride of. My eyes weren’t paining out of the grilling computer screen because my mind never had the image of it. My fingers rolled over the mouse and rambled over the keyboard like a programmed zombie. With the flowing river by my side I was drowning into time…

2 years ago

I was tormenting numbers and an empirical formula. Control Systems was one of my favorites and Dr. Ogata was one of the fathers who brought Control Systems to life. I banged my desk as it was 2 in the morning and I was actually struggling to stabilize a control system. What more added to the situation was a snoring friend near me who actually brought it to me.


Why does education exist? Those dying Root loci, Bode Plots, Laplace Equations and one of my favorites the L’Hospital rule were just white ant food. All lost in some excel sheets and ERP systems. Education lets you excel in a field for which you find your nerves pump and not for the Excel ’07 version you operate and try making interesting by changing the colors of the tool bars. If this is the charred dead end for experts in the field then white ant food should be replaced with stuff that kicks some 30k into your account. It is eventually the dangerous thought of the recruiters thinking that these guys can tackle physics and programming on paper can actually tackle some projects on a spread sheet very well. Presentations; Excel Sheets and ERPs. If MBA is all about this then god bless the aspirants including me. I torture numbers and words till date. It is because I love the ways of approaching results of the brain boiling puzzles that actually refine your dendrites than a smoke with a Smirnoff. The mammoth packages offered to colleges belonging to the Ivy League for filling some rows and columns is actually the death of the idea of education.

Still more to go… Students experts in mechanics actually make Cold calls, convince people make them work by mailing sheer reminders is like crucifying Deans that promise to produce talents working for honing the technical intelligence of the country. Education and its dimensions viz, primary, secondary and college are like golden fishes of the sea which are actually caught and placed in a glass bowl to make people happy. It confines their mindsets, emotions and kills their skills with which they fought waves. It is actually killing them for the daily food they earn to endure by making a kid go smiling like a clown. Their culmination is a mere manifestation of frustration.

Dont keep thinking of the argument saying being junior in the hierarchy one has to face the music before becoming the audience.

Welcome to corporate slavery instead...!

Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier


Monday, February 21, 2011

India and Her Passing Days

I am Back to my Ink and Paper
India and her passing days

I filled my Form-C last week. It was on my table and the Food Security Bill as well as the Lokpal Bill at the backdrop of my mind. I purposely paused life a minute asking myself where my country is heading. Usually, at such junctures I used to ponder over love, life and loss and used to scribble something on the blunt papers at my desk. I saw the front page of a daily newspaper filled with cartoons depicting a day in life of India. I was startled. It depicted my country as a circus in the form of caricatures. It kicked my adrenaline high but after a ponderous look at the funny cartoons I zeroed the fact.

I am not writing this to crib about all what is happening around me. I am actually writing this at a surprising note. It is making a boiled egg out of me thinking the fact about 1.3 billion living, cribbing, dying and still moving the complete unit in some direction. The parliament actually stopped functioning debating on the fact that how the scams going in my country shall be probed. They didn’t try to consider the basic reasons and killing them in the bud. People think they are anti national. I think they are smart. The reason is simple. If the basic reasons erode how the heavens they would mint the money when they would be onboard. The Look East policy is being implemented. The Lokpal bill is somewhere crippled. The Food Security Bill has lost the way to its platter. Somewhere people say the investment in Gujarat will be ten times the Revenue budget of this country. Whereas the IIP is loses its grip in the very month preceding the investment talk. WikiLeaks became one of the effective ways of selling your ideas. Whilst, the Cairn-Vedanta deal made India’s red tapers the coffee talk somewhere; leading business men sit in London. Azim Premji added white kerosene to the fire of scamster India at the IMF. And couple of collectors kidnapped, some burnt alive in the ongoing rage of money. All was done but the mass hallucination was yet to come. The religion of this country is what the TV mongers show all the time. Cricket. And some sneezing Indian player was looked upon by a billion eyeballs. The news about rape a common event here (almost one happens every hour) or the number of children dying out of malnutrition (actually more than those in African nations) vanished in a nick of time. The parliament blockade was actually replaced by the mere thing who wears which thigh pad first when he comes to bat.

I rested at my terrace and tried counting the stars. I was successful as the pollution in the city made very few visible. I closed my eyes. The electronic screens showing the news shaped as a haste clown near my eyes. I wrote this thinking nothing about some enormous things in proportion, sometimes countless in numbers and emotions; somewhere at a place they call India…!

Amit Purohit

The Lone Soldier