At any given time, in the virtual world of internet, one can find ongoing debates about which part of India is better, North India or South India.
We have people of one part making fun of the other. For Madrasis, Punjabis are loud and irritating and for Punjabis, Madrasi are dull and boring. And as already highlighted by the infamous Chetan Bhagat in one of his books, these are the only two identities which exist in either of these regions.
At any given time, if one were to read the arguments given by either of these natives, one can easily conclude that there exists a multitude of differences between the two. This is my endeavor to highlight one difference in particular that I found in my personal experience between the two, which is, education.
Not the ratio of the educated, not even the importance of education, but the perception of education.
I am someone who has had the opportunity to be educated in 9 different schools spread over most of the north, central and east India. Throughout my school years and up until graduation, all I heard about was how important it is to be educated and how important it is to get good marks.
No one cared about what I actually learned but as long as it was good enough for me to get a good grade and be one of the toppers of my class, everyone including me was content. This was followed by a period of lull when due to continued shifting of schools and cities, I lost upon some basic concepts of algebra, gravity, and sandhi. I felt like a loser. The fact that I still knew my history and geography well, did not matter, to either my mentors or to me.
However, as lucky as I was, god waved his magic wand and all was good again. I met an exceptional tutor who taught me a trick to all of my problems. I didn’t even have to follow the rules of algebra and an even dreadful invention called the trigonometry. All went well. Graduation followed with a deeper focus on the ultimate hunt for a job, which could only be attained with a higher degree in hand. This landed me to a region in the south of India.
It is here that I met a professor who was getting married to her college sweetheart, who was doing his second Ph.D. and was not fixated on a job. It is here that I was introduced to another Ph.D. student who after having thrown out of one of the armed forces of our country came here to pursue a course in masters because his parents were ashamed to have him stay with them back home, a girl from an affluent political background who has pursued 3 masters course and is currently pursuing a PhD, and several others who are doing graduation all over again simply because they fell in love with another discipline.
This place could be a coincidence. But it is here that my perception of education was changed. It is here that I learned that education is nothing but simply following your heart in the direction you love.
Education is not limited to fancy degrees that can get you jobs. Education can also mean enlightenment, a term our education system seems to have forgotten over the years. Education can also be acquiring knowledge. Education can also mean, doing a course and not getting a degree.
A language student currently pursuing masters in French. Being an army brat and hence having travelled a lot, I like to believe I’ve acquired quite an understanding of life for my age. Hoping to make more sense of it by winning lots of wisdom, experience, a little bit of hogwash, and lots and lots of love. Being able to master skills that pay my bills along the way would be an added bonus.