Thursday, June 18, 2009

A million splendid sons and daughters


When one visits country's hinterland s/he is filled with a moral concern for education and upliftment of these half naked children who follow their cars and keep staring to us.Many of these children are in their school uniform and when asked they tell that after mid day meal ,school was closed as teachers were absent.Often the school itself is non existent as funds finished in preparing papers for them. so a tree shed serve as a place for students to assemble.Officials have never reached there although they strated in their airconditioned cars from district centres.
ympahasizing with them ,we urban socialites (who mostly are no one in the city) deliver a lot of harangue against the government and officials who ,even after 60 years of independence,haven't provided these children schools and colleges.We offer lots of drops from our benevolent knowledge about what should the government do and do not to educate these children.After our return we are again engaged in our lives thinking about our salary packages,foreign assignments and in metro lives.We satisfy our conscience by assuring it that a certain cess on our income tax is being spent on them and mid day meal is being served (with garnish of lizards and insects).
Often when we see our house maid ,driver ,sweeper a thought comes if they had been educated then to who would have taken care of these lower chores.Their illiteracy is blessing for us.Thanks to the lethargic officials ,absentee teachers and paper existent school buildings.
Why these children do not study? why their parents don't ask questions to government,public Representatives.Why absentee teachers are not made absent from this world.Why lethargic officials are fed the mid day meal (of course with usual garnishings),why paper existent school buildings are not burnt with those whose signatures are on them?And lastly why people like us ,who shed corocodile tears and talk of high moralities ,are not made compulsorily to spend a part of their life doing those menial chores that we dislike?

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