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04/01/2015 by Siddiqui Fayesal

Has it ever occurred to anyone about the redundancy of what our schools have taught us?

Has it ever occurred to anyone that every lesson that was taught to us in the 3rd and the 5th grade has almost never seen practical application?

I hope not.

These questions once raised are never answered satisfactorily because the questions are factored in practicality while the answer lies in the abstract. While asking it the person wants a perfect relationship between the cause and effect while the answers are determined with the mythology of the question asked.

Let me explain.

By saying that nothing practical has come out of schooling one is applying hard and fast rules with evolving logic. What one doesn’t factor in is the ground work that schooling does. Because, without the groundwork the base would never be strong enough to build logic. Frankly, I’ve never heard anyone completely denying the helpful nature of schools, although, there are many who deem it to be a rather too strict form of growing up.

It might sound incredulous but respect for basic schooling is low. Very low. Mostly, the schools are seen as a stepping stone to college, a degree, a job and, hence, to a living. But by itself, schools are not exactly seen as something that garners respect. A few of my peers too don’t, and never did, respect the basics that schooling provided us with.

Forget about the naivety of schools. After all we’re 16 when we’re done with grade 10. Even in high schools and colleges there are issues with basics that teach us individualism and discipline. The so called liberals and freethinkers have a problem with anti smoking rules, with the compulsion of keeping ones identification cards visible, with strict attendance and with modest dress codes.

After all, one can only project free will with a peeking butt crack, a halter top or with an obscene tee shirt.

Anyway, I’m not talking about dress codes or a nonchalant display of freedom merely meaning to be a punchline at a drunken party. I’ll fight later, tooth and nail, to be anointed as the lead stone age straggler.

I’m here talking about what it means to have a groundwork. I’m talking about being the knight that people need but not want. I’m talking about the silent strong shoulder that takes on immense responsibility and shrugs it off, with workmanship, when its time is over knowing that it’ll never be known what it was to take on those difficulties. Only because it’ll never speak about it. I’m talking about those moments when it could’ve been all too easy to give it all up and forget it all and walk the easier path, but the journey is what counts.

If one remembers Kipling’s all too incredible If, you’ll know what it means when he says, “…Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools.”

Accomplishments are all fine. They glitter from afar. But ask that lone ranger, who has no space on his sun starched thorny crown for glitter, about the  journey undertaken with no thanks available at the end.

In the end, you’re measured not by how much you undertake but by
what you finally accomplish.

Siddiqui F.

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