Monday, September 7, 2009

General knowledge, again...

Anandabazar Patrika reported a few days ago that in one of the so called upmarket schools in Delhi, a lot of pupils had written, in response to a GK test question, that model/actress Lisa Ray was the daughter of Satyajit Ray, and a lot of them had been marked right by the teacher concerned. When the scandal blew up, not only were the pupils blase about it ('How are we supposed to know?') but so were the authorities, on the pretext that the answer was not immediately available to the teacher in her textbook. We are still not supposed to ask what sort of clowns have become teachers these days; and obviously such cretins not only do not carry anything called knowledge inside their heads, but have either never heard of encyclopedias and/or google, or couldn't be bothered to check.

In my childhood, we heard of such things as caricatures - the Bengali comedian Robi Ghosh, playing the part of a 'smart' young man (as 'smart' was understood in the 1970s) glibly telling his father, as proof of being educated, that Indira Gandhi was Mahatma Gandhi's daughter. In three decades, India has progressed so much that now it's not a caricature any more, but everyday reality. 'Clever' young quizzards have said on TV that Pather Panchali was written by Satyajit Ray, and sung songs of Nazrul when asked to sing Tagore. And such things, please note, happen in highly expensive fancy schools which tomtom in the advertisements how they are giving 'world-class education' (makes you wonder what 'world-class' means these days, doesn't it?). The likes of Prof. Amartya Sen, living in faraway ivory towers, have long been lamenting the poor quality of education being given in scantily-endowed government schools all across India. When will they turn to look at the Augean stables that our best private schools have become?

In 1991 I heard this joke: What do you call a New York politician who can spell 'cat'?... You call him talented. These days millions of such talented creatures are having no trouble becoming teachers (and also doctors, engineers, scientists, lawyers, mind you). Close to home, I personally know 'bright' students who wrote or said 'I drawed a picture' and 'He teached me' and couldn't score more than 20% in an impromptu quiz and couldn't write a sensible essay when they were 16 going on to become scholars and teachers, and I keep warning every batch, 'remember, a fool, when he grows old, only becomes an old fool'! I know lots of teachers with first-class degrees who would be lost in class without the notebooks they dictate (borrowed) notes from. If this country is not in a pretty mess, what is it in?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dear Sir,

Our school teacher who used to tach us English when I was in class X, would come into the class with an "I-know-it-all" smile and while explaining Julius Caesar, furtively glance through a torn and tattered book lying open beside the text book. Later we came to know that it was the guide book of Julius Caesar (which is full of explanation making no sense, grammatical errors as well as spelling mistakes).

The present school I am in for class XI has actually mentioned on the book list to buy a Macbeth guidebook! I wonder how are we supposed to enjoy a drama or a beautiful poetry when the teacher can only drool about what is given in the guide book? And then such teachers would complain loudly that the students don't respect them! After being taught by you for entire 2 years, I feel so helpless to see the teachers mutilating Macbeth beyond recognition...

our schools are Augean stables for sure, all sloppy and grimy wanting to be purged, waiting for Hercules or a miracle but balking at the very first sight of change...

Talking about the education that we poor students get in schools, I wonder how much of it would be really useful once we are out of the school premises, facing the world all alone and with no mummy and daddy to fall back on...

And making a feeble attempt to answer your last question, I think that either our fellow countrymen are ingorant of the pretty mess we are in or they like this mess as it is pretty!

Pardon my incoherencies,
Anwesha.

Suvro Chatterjee said...

Many thanks for the comment, Anwesha. I have no problem with your incoherence, such is there is, but please do be a little more mindful about your spelling: you know how much that sort of thing hurts me!
Sir

Archishman Sarkar said...

I just came upon this poem in a certain joke book. Sadly I could not find the author, here it goes......


INDIA — THE NEW MILLENNIUM

Cheer up my son, buck up my boy,
You are living in 'The Land of Joy'.

You go to school where they do not teach,
In the House of God, they hatred preach.

If you have merit, you will sigh and sob.
If you are backward, you might get a job.

Out of caste, if you dare to wed,
Your kith and kin will chop your head.

If you are honest, in north or in south,
You will live from hand to mouth.

If you are wily and your means sinister,
You are likely to become a minister.

But remember the new maxim, my lad,
Defection is good, conversion is bad.

Regards,
Archishman Sarkar

Suvro Chatterjee said...

Most apposite, Archishman. You will be a good contributor to this blog, I think. Keep commenting...
Sir