Unlike, the Gurus of the ancient ages, who took special pride in their work and knowledge, most of the teachers nowadays work for salaries, rather than a desire to truly cause an impact. Students today, unlike the hard-working tender aged princes who left their mothers’ bosoms to live in the jungles, care even less. Every year, we see thousands of students flocking over to the coaching institutes in Delhi and Kota to ‘study’ for entrance examinations. Only a small majority of them truly want to be there. Only a small majority of them are truly pursuing their passions, their dreams. The rest, are like kites in the sky, going wherever the prevailing winds lead them. There were times when education was a way of life, a respectable life. Now, it is just a competition of testing who can hog away the maximum amount of facts a day before the examinations. The divinity attached to education is totally lost on us now. So last night, when I visited my dreamscape, I conjured up a world where Gurukul education is still the norm. My dreams led me through green pastures to a hallowed land. I saw a small group of children deep in discussion about theological concepts with their Guru. The Guru encouraged their questions and gave wise, enlightening answers. I saw some students working on a chemical formula in the lab, looking genuinely interested. They confessed with huge smiles, to having concocted the formula on their own, rather than by mugging up the procedure from some book. I peeped into a classroom and saw a teacher mesmerising his students by teaching them intricate topics of mathematics as fluidly as if he were teaching them how to play the violin. Everybody looked interested in what they were doing. Everybody did what they were interested in. Nobody chose to pursue engineering or medicine just because it was the latest trend, or it was their parents’ wish. They followed their dreams, their passions. I pulled back from there and looked at the wider picture. I looked at what these students did to India when they grew up.
I saw my India transformed. I saw my India again viewed with the same reverence as it was in the ancient ages. I saw Indians doing wonders in every field, just because for them, their work wasn’t work. It was their hobby. I saw a utopian India, where everybody was educated in areas their hearts lay. A country, where everybody was content and happy because they did what they liked. Later that morning, I spent quite some time dwelling upon my dream, wishing it were true. Wishing that our education system was as I had imagined. It would be the perfect India.
Editor at STIMULUS INDIA !