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Nightingale got no prize at the poultry show

Einstien,Twain,Edison were born out of class, before the text proceeds , I would like to say here 'class' doesn’t mean the structure with four walls, one door, two windows, one teacher, books and the pack of chained students.
Here class is the niche of brilliance, freedom, discovery, imagination and invention.

I wish to have education system that forges humans with brain and not machines with grades.

As a student .I always wondered, how one can go about saying two plus two equals to four? Without anyone questioning why? Just because our course book said so.

Why in history "dates and events” were asked? When no one taught us the resemblance to the days which we live in.
Why for learning anything new, we need old books instead of new ideas?
Why make notes in class, when the brain is blank and ink in copy left no hammer on thinking?
Why teachers ask us to learn by heart, while it is the mind that is required to do so.?

Even Winston Churchill had a dig at his teachers and exams," They are more interested in knowing what I don’t know than what I don’t know. While i would have willingly displayed my knowledge they sought to fathom my ignorance".
Another stale state of system is exams, can anyone explain the paradox-three hour exams decide how much one learnt throughout the year and how much one is capable of. (Here class parrots win the battle)

Why so called educationists build world e-class rooms, world class infrastructure in name of improving school, when childhood is impoverishing.
Everything is lost in being sophisticated, the excitement of discovery is lost as one is hardly permitted to mistakes, and the ecstasy of debates is lost when one standard thought guides the system.

We are just sharpening our brains to get answers to all questions, because our minds are not programmed to ask indigenous questions.
I also wonder why felicitation ceremony welcomes so called "meritorious students" who have touched ninety percent benchmark. Those who missed this great feat by a whisker lost the red carpet welcome at the ceremony.

In this scenario it is worth to recall the words of the prof. Walter Raleigh, that college final and the Day of Judgment are the two different exams!
In another instance, A.E. Houseman, the great scholar of Greek and Latin and better known as a poet one failed in those very languages at Oxford University. His biographer commented "The nightingale got no prize at the poultry show"!!




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