By Samaira Vijay Gupta
Exams are a cue. They’re a cue, but to what? Education, intelligence, IQ, what? If you believe that you’re the wittiest guy in the room because you got 95% on a test or exam, stop believing that. Yes, you might be intelligent if you gave that exam with null and void preparation but when you rote learn, you should know you’re just getting over with it.
You’re getting over with the semester, and you’re not trying to applicate to real life. Our education systems are headstrong on teaching…..um…..sorry, telling us to memorize and rote learn for exams and tests because they believe that that paper has the power to kill your dreams. This makes every exam a kind of contract, a medium for achievement. It’s like a derivative with the underlying stock depreciating in a bearish market.
Let us contradict and go back to the ancient era. A primitive golden era of gurukuls. Well, believe it or not, that was actually education and it is no less than a shame that people, a millennium ago were better educators than us. Education isn’t the same old boring physics and chemistry chapters; it is your thinking.
I go to school too, and I love the classes where they teach me what I want to be taught. Richard Branson dropped out of school, Mark Zuckerberg dropped out of college, and you’ll find many more examples.
It is time that schools turn into places that foster creativity. No artist needs to study science, no doctor needs to study geography, no writer needs to study math, no accountant needs to study chemistry, and no entrepreneur needs to study biology. Schools must let students think and create their own answers rather than asking them to rote learn; colleges should start with real life applications rather than fat books and this way, not only would the world be a better place, but it would also be much more euphoric, developed and civilized.
ONE MORE GOODBYE
One more goodbye
Give out a sigh
Breath out your story
On that ‘Memento Mori’
Wipe out another year
Swing up another beer
Is it too hard to cheer?
It just whizzed past by, - another year
The basket’s full of cherries
And time to flip it slowly
It comes around another day
I wish that I had my say
This clock’s a freakin’ clown
No wonder my hands are down
Just let me go about
And let me sing a song-
One more goodbye
Breathed out a sigh
And I just filled up my window with bizarre fog
Even if I do, it’s never you
Time, you never slog
Stop and wait for further ado
Got all this drama and I got whatnot
Got all of this trauma
But time you never stop
Well, you try to piece it together
But never have I ever
Saw you flow like a current inflicted river
Sun and humid turned to chill
Ministry up ahead turned up a bill
Was this ever meant to be a speed rail
Doesn’t time feel like it is on the run, like a criminal on bail?
One more goodbye
Breathed out a sigh
I filled my circle with a square
One more goodbye
Let out a sigh
Time clearly ran out of a devil’s lair
One more goodbye
Breathed out a sigh
My friend, did ‘time’
Every really care?
Every time I tried
To figure what it hides
I was given a smile
The hurter, healer
All lies in ‘time’
One more goodbye
Let out a sigh
Grab a magic wand
And sing along to a song-
Good ol’ time
I heard a culminating chime
And nothing runs
Pulls out guns
And leaves songs unsung, like you
Good ol’ time
Forgive us, lie
Lie for once in life
I won’t be hard on you….
By Samaira Vijay Gupta
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