Made in India ?….

Home-grown excellence in education remains elusive
We don’t need no education.

— Pink Floyd

On reading recently that the 2014 Pritzker Prize, considered the equivalent of the Nobel Prize, in architecture, was awarded to Japanese architect Shigeru Ban, my first thought was: why doesn’t an Indian win such prizes? The Pritzker Prize honours a living architect for excellence in architecture, ‘irrespective of nationality, creed, race, or ideology’. The list of winners shows that 23 of the 35 winners have been from developed and advanced countries. However, in the last 35 years of the prize, there was not a single person from South Asia, let alone India, who was nominated.

Critics may argue that the Pritzker Prize, like others for excellence in different fields, is a Western-dominated award. However, there have been winners from Brazil, China and Mexico. What may be a valid claim is that there is a greater chance for creativity and individuality to shine through in the education system in, for example, the United States, rather than India. As a product of the Indian educational system, I can say that studying logarithms in middle school and calculus in high school has scarred my life. What, may I ask, is the point of poring over indecipherable figures in translucent sheets? Ruining the eyesight? Yes. Learning life-enhancing skills? Probably not.

Some exceptions, of course, prove the rule. Take the example of Subhash Khot, the Indian-American theoretical computer scientist who last week won the International Mathematical Union’s Rolf Nevanlinna Prize. He studied in a humble school in Ichalkaranji in Maharashtra, doing his middle school and high school years there, then topped the JEE to gain admission to IIT Powai before leaving for the United States. The winner of the IMU’s Fields Medal, Manjul Bhargava, also has Indian origins, but was not educated in India.

India-born scholars winning top prizes in mathematics is indeed great news. However, even this re-emphasises the point. Although their educational foundation might have been laid in India, they are, in essence, Western-backed scholars who were exceptional but whose talent was nurtured to the fullest in the West and not in their home country. They might be ‘India-born’, but are not or ‘India-nurtured’ success stories.

The Indian educational system, from kindergarten to university, focusses on rote learning. Although the Central Board of Secondary Education has come up with a number of measures to alleviate the anxiety of students, this is surely not the case with the different Board systems followed by the different States. For example, in Tamil Nadu, there are virtually no application-oriented questions in the State Board examination, a life-altering event for many students that determines which college they would get into. All questions, barring the multiple-choice questions for just 25 marks out of 200, in the Mathematics paper are from the prescribed text BOOK: with no numbers changed, no names altered. It is actually possible to gain grace marks if a math problem is asked outside of the textbook or if the numbers are changed in the problem: it is conveniently considered as ‘out of syllabus’!

This is an example of how memory power and handwriting skills are the only pre-requisites for gaining good scores and getting into a good college. However, once a student goes through the motions of getting a university degree, which again is only slightly different from the school examinations, in that you have to mug up and throw up twice a year as opposed to once a year, the student is then thrown into the ‘real’ world.

And this is where the Indian system decides to abandon him or her and perform the disappearing act. The new GRADUATE, with consistently high scores in school and university, is unable to find a job. Even if he or she does, the candidate will find it difficult to come up with solutions to real-world problems at work or home, or think out of the box. After all, how do you expect a person to think out of the box after the ‘education’ that he or she has received precisely was about stuffing him or her into a box every day? This explains why India churns out engineers as China churns out plastic souvenirs. Most Indian graduates in the job market are unemployable; whether they really wanted to be what they studied for is a different story. They do not have the requisite communication skills to express their ideas and they have not been trained to think (the upside is that they have an amazing memory).

So, back to the question: will an Indian these days ever receive the Pritzker Prize (or any prize that recognised creativity and innovation, for that matter)? And when I mean ‘Indian’, I mean an Indian who lives and bases his or her work in India, not the countless Indian-origin American, British and Australian citizens whose achievements we are quick to borrow without permission and brand them ‘Indian’ success stories. The Indian diaspora might have affinity toward their motherland, but we Indians have no right to brag about their achievements. It was probably because of a lack of a motivational and nurturing environment, and a society that places one’s caste before one’s capability, that the Indian diaspora became a diaspora, in the first place.

So well, here’s my answer: I really do not think the Indian educational system is going to change much. A possible solution is to abolish all State Boards and put in place an autonomous Indian educational board that provides uniform, inspired education cutting across different regions. Minor changes could be made to accommodate State-specific preferences, for example, in languages. But as long as we follow a system that stifles creative thinking and individuality, the Pritzker Prize, and all other prizes for that matter, will be a distant dream for the desi Indian.

There is a paradox in the way we treat talent in India: on the one hand, parents rarely allow their children to pursue research careers in pure sciences, and the educational system is structured to hone memory, not talent. On the other hand, we are quick to ‘claim’ Indian talent that has shined outside the country as our own achievement.

There have also been a handful of other celebrated global-level achievers over the decades, but except in the case of an innate genius such as Srinivasa Ramanujam, how many of them were shaped and moulded by the educational system prevalent in India?

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Source:::: Divya Srikant in The Hindu

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Message For the Day…” Apply Your Knowledge into Practice…”

One of the meanings of the name ‘Krishna’ is: ‘The one who cultivates the land of the heart’. Krishna draws people, sows, grows and harvests love in broken hearts, conferring supreme delight. Lord Krishna loved cattle and tended the cows. While His brother Balarama had the plough as his inseparable weapon. The plough is not a destructive weapon; it is a tool that helps agriculture that feeds humanity. So both of them give themselves to all living beings. The message for you is: “Apply your knowledge into practice and harvest essentials that elevate all beings.” Always question yourself: “How have I contributed to the happiness of my fellow beings?” Expand your heart; let your love enfold everyone. Maintain self-respect. Develop self-confidence. Krishna is also worshipped as Gopala (Go refers to living beings). So when you serve fellowmen and all beings with selfless love and compassion, you are offering to Krishna the worship He most gladly accepts and He will bestow grace on you.

Sathya Sai Baba.

Madras to Me ….

Can you truly know a city? Possibly — if your job entails a lot of travel or if your home is in the southern part and your school somewhere up north, and you have friends in the east and family in the west. But this is rare, and to most of us, celebrating a city really comes down to cherishing the parts of the city we know. But of this, there can be no question. If you’ve spent your growing-up years in a city, even if only in these parts, then that city is your home — all of it. And Madras Day is as good a time as any to think about what Madras means to us — well, at least to me.

Madras, to me, is the beaches of my childhood, the mornings filled with huffing walkers and the distant tang of fish being hauled in and, above it all, a sun that rises as it does nowhere else, over water that mirrors its every mood — a sight that quite adequately compensates for the desecration of the nearby sands by the clutch of ugly, deserted stalls that, in the evenings, will tempt visitors with roasted corn and balloons waiting to be shot.

Madras is the stainless steel davara-tumbler of freshly decocted coffee, the ritual of pouring the frothing liquid from one container to another as imperative as the taste.

Madras is the irritation when any visitor to the city thinks only of filter coffee when asked what they like most about Madras, along with jasmine flowers and Kanjivaram saris and idlis, which are almost always described as humble, as if anyone ever ran into a vainglorious idli.

Madras is the suppressed snicker from watching non-Tamils come here to cover the Music Season and struggle to say ‘Margazhi’, as if gargling through a mouthful of marbles.

Madras is the sight of Kalakshetra dancers cycling to class or back home in hoicked-up cotton saris worn over salwars. It is also the sight of a Carnatic musician singing his heart out to 12 people in the audience, at least two of whom have buried their noses in The Hindu crossword.

Madras is The Hindu crossword.

Madras is the twinge whenever you come down Gemini Flyover and glance to the left and see the rubble that was once Safire Theatre, with that proudly cursive ‘S’ on the outside, and, inside, the names of every single film that played in these premises, beginning with Cleopatra.

Madras is the look of horror whenever you have to meet a friend or keep an appointment in T. Nagar, especially when it’s around the stretch that sells clothes and jewels, and more clothes and more jewels, and you finally know what it’s like to be a lone fish in a shoal that’s being swept along in a surging current.

Madras is the tennis ball that lands at your feet when you are walking past a playground where boys are playing cricket. Madras is the cry, “Uncle… ball!”

Madras is the realisation that to this city whose streets you scoured as a footloose kid you are now an “uncle”.

Madras is the Tamil that only people from Madras can tolerate, even love, even they’ve only heard this Tamil in Kamal Haasan’s comedies.

Madras is the eternal question: “Are you a Rajini fan or a Kamal fan?”

Madras is the guilt at having gotten used to calling it ‘Chennai’.

Madras is the anger that, somehow, the rapes and robberies that happen here are less visible to the national media than the ones that happen in Delhi and Mumbai. It is the sad awareness that the spectacular heart-run that saved one life, minutes after another one left this world, a logistical marvel that involved everyone from traffic cops to ambulance drivers to alert medical professionals, would have been 24×7 headline news had it happened elsewhere.

Madras is the mild impatience whenever an elder in the family goes into raptures about the Peach Melba at Jaffar’s Ice Cream Parlour, at New Elphinstone theatre, which now exists only in those memories.

Madras is the annoyance whenever someone from Delhi or Bangalore or Mumbai comes down and sighs that there are no good bars or hangout joints. Madras is the belief that one has to earn the right to mock a city by living in it, not just by dropping in for a weekend.

Madras is the radio station that wakes up with ‘Gaana’ Bala and goes to sleep with Ilayaraja. It is the TV set with a hundred Tamil channels and not a single movie worth watching on the rare afternoon you’re at home. It is the feeling when you return after a trip abroad and walk into a small restaurant, one of those nondescript ‘Bhavans’, and tuck into a nei roast, listening to the people around you chattering in Tamil, smiling softly at the occasional English, and keeping an eye on the clock because you have an auto waiting, along with a driver who’s sure to complain about how long you took, and expect an extra Rs.10 or 20.

Keywords: Madras Week celebrationsMadras DayMadras historyMadras 375

Source::::The Hindu

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Image of the Day…Pemaquid Point Lighthouse…

Pemaquid Point lighthouse and Milky Way

The historic Maine lighthouse against the gorgeous backdrop of the Milky Way, by Manish Mamtani Photography.

Photo credit: Manish Mamtani

John Quincy Adams commissioned the Pemaquid Point lighthouse in Bristol, Maine in 1827. The lighthouse was built that same year. Due to poor workmanship (salt water in the mortar mix), the lighthouse began to crumble and was replaced in 1835. Today, it’s a popular spot for photographers and sightseers.

Source::::::Earth sky news

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See more photos by Manish Mamtani Photography.

” Quotes From PM’s Maiden Independence Day Speech…”

Here’s a collection of quotes from Prime Minister Narendra Modi’s maiden Independence Day speech from the ramparts of the Red Fort…

 

Quote # 1

“I can promise you. If you work 12 hours, I will work 13. If you work 14 hours, I will work 15 hours. Why? Because I am not a Pradhan Mantri, but a Pradhan Sevak.”

Quote # 2

“From ramparts of the Red Fort, I would like to call people of the world to ‘come, make in India’. I want to tell the global companies that we have skill, talent and discipline… From electronics to electricals, from chemicals to pharmaceuticals, come, make in India. Paper to plastic, automobiles to agricultural products, come, make in India, from satellite to submarine, come, make in India. We have the capabilities. Come here and manufacture in India. Sell the products anywhere in the world but manufacture here… we have the power, come I am inviting you.”

Quote # 3

“I want to ask parents, when daughters turn 11 or 14, they keep a tab on their movements. Have these parents ever asked their sons where they have been going, who they have been meeting? Rapists are somebody’s sons as well! Parents must take the responsibility to ensure that their sons don’t go the wrong direction.”

Quote # 4

“India’s sex ratio is 1000 boys for 940 girls. Who creates this disparity? It isn’t God. Don’t fill your coffers by sacrificing the mother’s womb. People feel that sons will take care of them when they are old. But I have seen aged parents in old-age homes. I have seen families where one daughter serves parents more than five sons.”

Quote # 5

“The mantra of our country’s youth should be to at least make 1 product that we import. Don’t compromise in manufacturing; Stress on Zero defect, Zero effect (impact of environment). Our manufacturing should have zero defect so that our
products should not be rejected in the global MARKET. Besides, we should also keep in mind that manufacturing should not have
any negative impact on our environment.”

Quote # 6

“I am an outsider in New Delhi. I have stayed away from the elite in this city. In the 2 months I have been here, I now have an insider view. I was astonished. I saw many governments functioning within a government. One department fighting the other. So we are trying to break this wall; we want to have one mission and target: Take the nation forward.”

Quote # 7

“Can someone tell me, whatever we are doing, have we asked ourselves if our work has helped the poor or come to benefit the nation in any way? We should come out of the ‘Why should I care’ attitude and dedicate ourselves to the nation’s progress.”

Quote # 8

“India used to be known as the land of snake charmers. Today, our IT professionals have left the world spellbound.”

Source::::::Rediff.com

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Message For the Day…”Love is a Powerful Force for Transforming Human Nature…”

In ancient times, the sages performed rigorous penance in the forests, living among wild animals. With no weapons in their hands, they relied on their spirit of love to protect them. They performed their penance with love for all beings. Their love transformed even the wild animals to be at peace with the sages. Love transformed even tigers into friendly beings. People in those days had soft and loving hearts. Thus since time immemorial, love has been serving as a powerful force to transform one’s nature from the animal to the human. Today because people have lost the feeling of love, they are filled with selfishness and greed. It is to teach mankind the truth about this Divine Love that Love itself incarnates on earth in human form. The scriptures declare that the Divine descends on earth to teach mankind the path of Righteousness, Truth and Love.

Sathya Sai Baba

“Change Begins With us.”..Say , ” I am that change “…

 

Your l ife doesn’t get better by chance, it gets better by change

This thoughtful short film produced by famous Telugu actor Allu Arjun is probably the best thing you will watch today. No doubt, we can celebrate a superficial sense of freedom, independence and change this Independence Day, but the fact remains that change will always come from within.

Here’s the English transcript of the Telugu lines spoken at the end of the video:
Performing our duties is also patriotism. Change begins with us.

“You don’t have to see the whole staircase. Just take the first step” ~Martin Luther King Jr.

I Am That Change   

Source::: You Tube and StoryPick

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These Kids Teach us the Meaning of our National Anthem …

 

 

These Adorable Kids Will Teach You the Meaning of Our National Anthem

Courtesy: YouTube

All Indian students grow up singing the national anthem in school. Some sing it at the beginning of their classes, others during morning assemblies or on special occasions. Even those who don’t get a chance to go to school, hear it on national and local media.

Yet, a huge percentage of Indians don’t know the meaning of our national anthem. According to The Akanksha Foundation, 9 out of 10 people in our country fall in this category. India is, of course, a vast and diverse country of many regional languages and dialects so many citizens would likely not understand the words to Jana Gana Mana, written by Rabindranath in Sanskrit-Bengali, even as they sing.

No worries though, for a group of children have taken it upon themselves to give everyone a line-by-line explanation of the anthem. As long as you read English.

Watch and spread the knowledge:

Source:::: Ndtv.com and You Tube

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Independent India”s First Postal Stamp in Google Doodle …

Celebrating India’s 68th Independence Day, Google today posted a doodle on its homepage featuring the independent India’s first stamp.

The blue colour stamp with the Indian tricolour is the doodle that comes up when you open the Google’s India homepage.

The stamp, which was issued on November 21, 1947 depicts the Indian flag with the slogan ‘Jai Hind’ on the top right hand corner. Priced at three and one-half annas, the stamp was meant for foreign correspondence.

The logo of Google starts with a ‘G’ but with the saffron colour, the colour of the top stripe in the Indian flag.

The next two letters are covered by the stamp and the last three letters are in the green shade of the Indian flag.

“Doodles are the fun, surprising, and sometimes spontaneous changes that are made to the Google logo to celebrate holidays, anniversaries, and the lives of famous artists, pioneers, and scientists,” the global internet giant said.

Keywords: Independence DayGoogle doodle,

Source::::The Hindu

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Human….An Independence Day Short Film….

 

Someone wiser than us once said that simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. And this beautiful short film strives on it.

This terribly tiny tale of two strangers interacting on a deserted railway station during a mega block (where most trains remain suspended) has a very subtle message.

The moment we witness the main protagonist in a sleepy state, our twisted minds try to come to conclusions. Did the other guy spike his drink? Was he a thief? I knew it. And then..BANG, you lose. Because humanity just took you by surprise.

Brilliant…..

Source:::: You Tube and Story pick

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