Wednesday, 24 October 2012

The trouble with schools

The trouble with schools is that they claim to be for the students! If they didn't, then there would be no problems in them not doing the right thing by the students - but the trouble is, that they claim to be for the children.

The most useful things I can imagine myself getting out school are learning how to read, write and add - but I didn't, I learnt those at home. And friends, I had friends, but a lot of us didn't and others still felt bullied. Apart from these, school should have helped me find a job - and it probably did. But I think I would have been better equipped to do my job if I had skipped school for a better alternative.

There are two kinds of skills that I would have liked to have learnt at a school: the first being the skill to  deal with minds - mine and those people around me; and  the second would be to get exposure to, and learning skills of, what can be conveniently called, economic value. I remember the day my brother taught me how the ray of light travels thru different kinds of lenses, the day he taught me how to play badminton, the day my geography teacher asked me to close my eyes and travel to a different land. It makes perfect sense to learn from a person, than a library - the quality of experience is considerably better and the learning, I am sure it can be demonstrated, is much better. The trouble is that learning is not what the schools are all about.

The second skill that I ask for: to learn to deal with my mind when it is agitated, excited, thrilled, sad, angry, distracted, scared, is something that is hardly even acknowledged, let alone taught at school. To deal with another who interacts with me, and might be in some kind of an emotional turmoil or intellectual confusion, is a skill I wish someone had bothered talking to me about. Gratitude is equated to saying thank you; empathy is saying congratulations or sorry.. all words, and if you manage to grasp anything behind them, I think it is more that you managed to survive the system than anything else. That schools have bullies is a failing that I, personally, can't fathom - schools is where we develop our future! If having to choose between the two devils - I think I can deal with people being illiterate, if they can truly know where they stand in life and their purpose.

What really makes me particularly resentful of my schools (in spite of the fact, that as far as schools go, mine was alright)  is the cost of them - they took from me about 14/15 years of my life and the ONLY time when all I was expected to do was keep myself safe, learn, and grow healthy!    

Friday, 19 October 2012

booh bah blah blah

Why would i bother speaking to you when you don't even drop a line, is beyond me, but I'd leave it for anthropologists researching blogs to figure that out. But ignoring or forgetting that, and just carrying on...

Actually, I can't... I am feeling a bit frustrated, and you aren't helping (please re-read above), and imagining that I am breaking a guitar, smashing it like an ax on a trunk of wood - and what is worse, even in my imagination I am left the consequences of it - there is a shattered wooden carcass that needs to be taken to the bin, and a few people whom I have upsetted! Bah imaginations! What an effin pain!

I am a bit frustrated tho - why have my best decisions gone so pear-shaped is beyond me. There are a few happier things I can talk about, but that will just sound like I am being apologetic about being frustrated. No, I will just leave it on this unhappy note - in case anyone is listening!

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Paradox

I was looking for a meme, or what I would previously call a tag; and inspired partly by Joanna Goddard, here we go:

5 rules that my parents had while we were growing up:
a. Don't keep a secret from your mum - tho, I think it tested Mum's patience more than it worried me;
b. Don't enter a strangers house;
c. ...
nothing else stuck :)

5 things I am most grateful for:
a. That my family LOVES me and I KNOW it!
b. Chinmaya Mission - how do I explain it - they help me make sense (i mean it is a paradox*, but still!), and if I couldnt make sense, I wouldnt have peace and if I wouldnt have peace, I would go insane and die.
c. People and my friends who are lovely to me, aren't you (you know who you are) just wonderful! Just like splash of cold water in summers or a spot of sun in winters or an bear hug at the end of a long day!!
d. Bicycles, Plants, Sunlight, Spring and everything fun!!

*Isn't paradox such a beautiful word? Here is a part of the Merriam-Wester dictionary meaning to it:
1: a tenet contrary to received opinion
2a : a statement that is seemingly contradictory or opposed to common sense and yet is perhaps true b : a self-contradictory statement that at first seems true c : an argument that apparently derives self-contradictory conclusions by valid deduction from acceptable premises

Monday, 15 October 2012

break the ice

break the ice - speak back! at least leave the url of a page you update most, or read most! Come ON! Somebody must be reading this!

Saturday, 13 October 2012

light and laces!

I believe I don't speak much about God on my blog, that is because it invariably presses the wrong buttons all over the place - including mine (especially mine?). Everyone has their own idea of who or what is fundamental to their existence -the creator, the nourisher, and the one who winds it all up - and everyone has their own private spot where they end up in their moments of intense distress or anger. 

This blog talks a lot about god, but I think it is still a good read :) I was feeling a bit blue and cross and it made me better! 


PS: A bonus picture of my shoes because I just learnt they were super trendy and called Oxfords and people  talk about how to wear them? Who knew!? 




Tuesday, 2 October 2012

relic

Sometimes you take yourself by surprise -  I am well and truely surprised by my near obsession with doing up a place. A lot of my idea of a nice place can be seen if you just watch this song (cute boy included ;)
or even just this snapshot
and that i can understand, that does not surprise me. What I do not understand is how I can't see enough of yellow walls with blue paintings on it; or gray curtains with yellow prints on it; or bed lights hanging from the ceiling; or crisp white brick walls with mexican or morrocacan tiles somewhere. And these chairs, look at these chairs
(http://www.designsponge.com/2012/10/sneak-peek-molly-robert-josiah-bingaman.html/1molly)
(http://www.designsponge.com/2012/10/sneak-peek-lisa-neimeth-2.html/1lisa-new) (photographs from design*sponge) and tell me does everyone lets out a deep sigh just looking at them?


PS: isnt it strange how we pour energy into our words, spoken and written, not because we want to, but simply that is how it is. Reminds me of what I read on Jen Bekman's 20x200 newsletter, where she quotes Aili Schmeltz, from her interview with Ms. Behaved "Once [a] piece is complete [and] the thrill is gone, at that point the thing is a remnant, a relic of an experience, a marker of time." By which I mean, once you have said something, once you believe you have managed to made sense, many an idea simply lose that sense of urgency - they simply become "a relic of an experience, a marker of time."