“I am not a pagan nor am i an atheist, but i hate to be hated for what i am , and in fact, for what i am not” – fidoic
We met at Nescafe!!. And our love greww in CCD..!!
Its been a decade now. I was in love with her and still i am. I used to stay awake for the whole night. With her, sleep was just a dream. In the begning our relationship was strong. She would help me in every pursit. She would help me concentrate and keep me motivated for long time. It was due to her i wrote a lot of stories, poems. She was my creative muse. She was the one who was with me thru thick n thin…
But at times she was black, like a dark black hole. She wouldnt let me sleep despite my wish. I went through Paranoia and anxiety becuase of her and.even hallucination when i was at the peak of our relationship. But still i always kept her, a special place in my life.
And then one day we had a massive breakup.. It was me.. I had to move away from her.. I was addicted to her.. So much that couldnt concentrate or study or write.. I felt like without her i am just a snob, a good for nuthin.. So i left her. We grew apart. In the begning it was twice a day contact then it slimmed down to once a three day.
And now we are just good friends.
Thats the reason i started having an affair with TEA now.. I dumped COFFEE..
– my lovestory with coffee..
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‘Life is in the travel’ is my standard reply to people for their standard question “Bhai, Pagal ho kya?” from past 4 years. They call me mad, they call me insane, they call me nuts, yet somewhere deep inside they envy me, they desire a life like mine, they somewhere or the other want to be like me. Those who know me call me a wild spirit, a Khanabadosh, a wanderer.
In the past four years I have travelled around 60000KM(Sixty Thousand) on my bike, to all the states of India. I have hitchhiked(lifts and rides —Beg, borrow, steal type) without money for months, lived on roadsides, crashed unknown wedding, slept in jungles, on mountains, made friends with a hell lot of strangers, survived without food, gone to the paths less trailed, camped in non-camp-able areas and a lot more.
A sleeping bag, a tent, a camera and my bike, that’s the world to me. Money, is out of the scene most of the time.
But there is always a trigger and it started in the winters of 2012.
16th-Dec-2012 to be precise, the day Nirbhaya was Raped.
A little background check on me and a quick Flashback it is. I live in Srinagar, the Paradise city now-a-days infested by terrorists and their likes. My companion, Hero Honda Hunk, a 150 cc bike is with me from 2011 November.
In the December of 2012 I drove all the way to Chandigarh from Srinagar, a 700km, passing the NH1A, the most dreadful yet scenic Highway of India. And when Nirbahaya was Raped, I along with my cousin decided to travel the length and breadth of the country on my Bike for the cause of Women Empowerment and Awareness about Rapes and Gender Discrimination.
And that’s how I ended up in a 16000KM(Sixteen Thousand) bike ride in just 50 days and that too on a 150cc bike. It was one hell of a journey for me personally. At the end of it I had spoken at about 15 state universities, 10 private colleges and several other places, motivating and empowering youth, spreading awareness and gathering their views.
Buts that’s one half.
I also had bruises and wounds, escapades and police encounters, accidents and freakshaws, back-aching wrecked up highway rides. We gate crashed at marriages, stayed with complete strangers, with the Nanga Babas of Maha-Khumb, at repair shops, and in Grudawaras. From Kashmir to Kanyakumari via Gujarat and back to Kashmir via West Bengal a tireless journey ended with bruised skin, chapped knees but a very bright smile on the face and a new insight into my life.
The spirit of the road and the zeal of adventure combined with a mission and a heart to take everything as it comes changed me into a person which I never was. And that’s how it all started.
That ride had a permanent impact, one which my parents and friends say made me a better person with a lot of bad priorities. Better because I had the combined views of youth and people of almost all the states of my country to share when it comes to speaking at public places, Bad because since then my mode of transport is my Bike be it a 10 Km office ride, or be it a 1000 KM visit to a Friend. Since then I have travelled Solo to about 40000KM(forty thousand) on my bike, which includes a lot of trips to Delhi, Jaipur, Shimla, Manali, Jammu, and the most desired of bikers, Ladakh.
“It snows, it rains, it slips, it slides, it burns, don’t you fear. What has happened to you” my mom asks me every time go one a long ride(count more than 2000km). I can’t tell her, the fresh air on my face, the bumps of the road, the passion to drive and meet new people, the adrenaline rush when driving through the mountains, the calmness of when crossing the long fields, the shivers when it snows, the fear of slipping into Chenab, the feeling of living in the wild, all of these make me drive every time and will keep me on my bike always. But I can’t tell her this.
Now, when somebody with a Royal Enfield tells me he wants to go to Ladakh and has gone to some 150Km in a single day, and calls himself a biker and a traveller, it just makes me smile.
I can’t single out anyone experience for this story. It would be a discrimination. Every one of my adventures was equally satisfying and high on adrenaline. But the most recent one goes like this.
On 10th Feb 2016 I received a phone call from Himachal Pradesh State University calling me for a counselling session to be held on 13th-Feb at 10:30 Sharp. Like always I though the best mode will be my bike. I was in Srinagar, freezing temperature already, so I couldn’t tell anybody that I was going to go on my bike all the way to Shimla, almost 1200 KM one side and then sit for the interview and counselling. But like always, it was what it did. The Jammu Kashmir National highway, most of the bikers would know, mostly remains closed due to landslides or snow during the winters, and biking through the mountains in that weather is the best thing you can do. The deep gorges make you concentrate on every bend and curve you pass, the snow-capped mountains and the blue Chenab echo fear. But being accustomed to this highway, I reached Jammu in about 8 hours. I stayed for the night and the next day it was raining cats and dogs in the morning. Friends and Parents all recommended train or bus. But then they knew, “Pagalon Ke sir Pe Seengh thodi na Hotey hain”(translates to “Mad people are not recognised by horns on their head”). I wrapped myself in a raincoat and started my next 800 km for Shimla. The next day was my interview so I had to drive all of the 800km in a single day. I started at 6:30 in morning and reached Shimla 11:30 in the night. I gave my Interview and the rain again tested my madness. I won though and reached Jammu the same night. But the best thing was fresh snow on the way back to Srinagar. The 2000 km in 4 days, through rain and snow, for an interview call was my recent adventure.
Why I do this? its all about the feeling, the fight, the adrenaline rush, the wanderer in me that keeps me finding new places to drive to, new people to meet with, new things to learn from. In the end it makes me a better person.(that’s what I say to myself 😉 )
Reminiscences of past..
Packed in caliberated sequal of pregrine musings..
Merged with festooned blossoms of present..
I owe myself a bamboozled quagmire of words…
Intoxicated in escsty..
A wish a blessing be at peace & live in dreams of fulfilled pleasures…
Cartoons are easy,
Create one yourself.
An activist in sex trafficking,
Or two countries at Odds.
For your consideration,
A free tote bag.
In conversation with Trump
At the house of Nightmares.
Cartoons are easy.
(Cited: New Yorker)
(Note:- The poem is a combination of New Yorker Webpage Headlines with not even a single extra word used)
©fidoic First Published in unLost Journal.
Isabella and Me.. (Unlineated Poem)
Octuber; a cold month trees shed their cloths and sun its light. Isabella and me we ran together to seek a shelter. Octuber is cold it rains outside; social and political together; raindrops. The trees shed their leaves some yellow and some still green and the sunlight it grows lighter, colder, and darker. And me and isabella walked through these leaves crushing them under our feet. The sunlight didnt touch us but some leaves have thorns and her feet bleed and some rays are harsher and her skin burned. The raindrops soothed us; emotional. Social and political; drenched us. Isabella and me still found a shelter, a safer place, a stone stands there. Octuber is a cold month but we are safe me and isabella now lay asleep.
(©fidoic First Appeared in Unbroken Journal)
By Bupinder Singh ‘Fidoic’
“Education is simply the soul of a society as it passes from one generation to another.”– G. K. Chesterton
Literally, Education means the imparting and acquiring of knowledge through teaching and learning, especially at a school or similar institution. Politically it’s a Fundamental right provided to us by our Constitution. Economically, it is one of the most flourishing businesses with low investment and high return and with an ever increasing market. It is an enterprise; a public and private sector enterprise.
We have seen government trying its best to enhance the quality of government schools. A number of steps have been taken and several of them have been successful. Despite all the planning and money spent, the quality of education has declined over the years.
Highly qualified staff has been selected through rigorous examinations and interviews. Capable and honest officers see to it that the schools function properly. Despite these the quality is validly low. There ought to be a mole somewhere?
Let us examine a few of these policies meant to improve the government school.
Mid-Day Meals. It is an attempt to increase the attendance and admission intake of the schools by luring in the poor people by providing free-meals as bait. Though it is a nice and effective initiative and serves its purpose it has no other role in education system. A good deal of money is involved in the scheme which leads to several scams, some big and some small. Fake admission and attendance records have been maintained by a number of schools to extort money from the government scheme.
NO-failure up to class 8th:- One of the main culprit schemes of government schools. Every student up to Class 8th is given a pink-slip into the next class, no matter what. Whether he comes to school or not, whether he studies or not, whether he is capable enough or not, if his details are existent on the school register, no matter fake, he is bound to pass under this scheme. The scheme is a trick of government to increase on papers the literacy rate of the state. The main problem with this scheme is if you know u can do a thing in easier way why would you try the harder way.
Parameters of Quality:- You measure a fish by its ability to fly. It will fail. The government schools emphasise on such hollow parameters which instead of vouching for the quality become its main hindrance. A teacher is bound to reach on time, he has to make a teacher’s diary and lesson plans, he has to leave the school on time and he has to complete the syllabus on time. Now this seems good.
A teacher is not accountable for what he does in the school, he just has to come and leave on time, rest of the time he can kill the time. Lesson plans and diary are a way to convince the officials that they come prepared and that the course work is running as per schedule. Nobody knows if they are genuine or fake.
To ensure this the government has a power to stop the pay of the teacher who has poor results. This is somewhat better. Witty, isn’t it. No student fails as a policy and therefore every teacher have a 100% pass percentage of his students. Wow! And as far as Board Examinations (8th) are concerned it is a big Hoax. Corruption is a boon! A necessary evil.
Carter G. Woodson once said “For me, education means to inspire people to live more abundantly, to learn to begin with life as they find it and make it better.”
To run this defunct educational process an efficient system is already in place. A primary/middle school is looked after by a Headmaster. A number of middle schools form a cluster which further associate under a higher-secondary school as its cluster head. All these schools in a Zone are directly under Zonal Education officer. All the zones of a District report to a Chief Education Officer who intern is answerable directly to Director Education. Honesty at its core the system works properly. Pun intended.
So everything is summed up when we compare a government school student with a student from a primary school.
Talking of Government Schools, on an average 95% of class 8th students cannot comprehend a paragraph of English and are unable to solve the basic numeracy question. They have poor scientific and general knowledge. Most of them are not even able to understand and converse in Urdu.
With recent news of a teacher who was not able to formulate an essay on COW and their leave application gone all wrong, only a minor fraction of teachers are unworthy of being a teacher. More than 93% of teacher recruited in past 10 years are highly educated and have a strong hold on their respective subjects. The general line teachers are capable enough to teach any subject up to class 8th. So where does the problem lie?
Analysis the problem.
“Education…has produced a vast population able to read but unable to distinguish what is worth reading.” says G. M. Trevelyan.
Education is a give and take business. A student is a product of hard-work of not just the teacher but also the parent. It’s a 60-40 game with 60% development at home and 40% at school. Why do you think a student of private school performs better than a government one? To put it simply a private school student’s parent pays 5000-12000% more fee than a government school teacher, he is more actively involved with the progress of the student, he forces his ward to study at home, he even gets him tutored at a coaching centre, he gets him new and clean clothes, he visits the school at PTM’s and the list goes on and on. Not even one of this is met by the parents of a government school student’s parent.
Second and more importantly a flawed evaluation system for both students and teacher can bring good results. To understand this we have to go with an example and prove this by the contradictory theory.
Our evaluation system is based on either unit-term examination system or continuous and comprehensive evaluation (CCE) system. Ask a teacher about CCE and he will only be able to give its full-form and a faint and quaint idea of it. Both the systems in a government school are on papers. A student who knows nothing about basic numeracy passes with high marks in maths. Same goes for other subjects. There are a few reasons for this. First a fake examination held, with every student getting pass marks without even appearing in the exams. Second, even if the examination is held, it is just a formality to make students fear and think that there in reality exists a system of education at a building they call school. Thirdly, a teacher who fears about his pay being held because of poor results is willing to pay to get his students through the 8th boards. Lastly and most importantly, lack of accountability.
A teacher sets the examination question paper according to what he has taught, giving full regards to the prescribed formats or syllabus, then he helps the students to secure pass marks and at the end of it he checks the paper to ensure that every student of his class has passed with at-least 60% or more. Now this is something worth checking, isn’t it?
Inadequate buildings and infrastructure. Most of the government school have building with just a few rooms and as a result the classes are shared with more than two classes sitting in a single room causing continuous disturbance to one another. Students sit on mats in 80% of middle schools.
“Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon” were the words of E.M.Forster
After careful analysis and research the solution to this highly flawed and quality ridden education system comes out that a complex and a completely new framework be made.
Parent-teacher interactions have to be increased. The best possible way is to send the ward home to bring his parent every once in a while where student’s assessment can be given to them. Government aided psychological session for orientation of parents should be held with collaboration with Panchayats.
Corruption cells within the department should be made. What can be done should be done without money and what cannot be done should not be done with money.
A shift from syllabus-oriented teaching to learning-oriented teaching is must. New syllabus be formulated based on learning of students, with a freedom provided to the teacher to practice the best suitable method he deems appropriate. A time bound but flexible leaning objective needs to take over the rigid sheet of syllabus provided at the start of the session. This is a small duration method to reform the teaching system. Once the results are obtained the changes can be rolled back with the following changes.
A new evaluation system should be enforced where all the examinations for all the classes are held externally. A question paper set and evaluated by the Board, based on the format and syllabus provided by the examination authority for all the unit and term examinations. By externally we can mean an outsourcing private agency. If a teacher has to teach for someone else to check his progress he would not compromise on the quality. A third-party evaluation system can work wonders provided they are not also corrupt and malice.
Building and infrastructure upgrade where every class has a separate room. Mats will do for the moment.
A Model School: A dream.
This school has about 13 teachers and around 100 students. Adequate number of classrooms where every class is in a separate room and teacher can teach without disturbance. More importance is given to practical learning. The teachers are not bound to complete the lesson in a said duration but the headmaster needs the student not to learn the question and answers but to understand the lesson so that he can himself solve the questions. Once a month parents come to check the progress of their children. No fake admissions or attendance are kept and mid-day meal is served in the best possible way. At the end of the said duration an external agency comes to evaluate the progress of the school and examinations are held which not only evaluate the student but also the teacher. Remedial classes are held if needed. Infrastructure is adequate and the students are competent with their peers from private schools.
A lot of mud-slinging has been done with the government teachers, who are thrown, blindfolded and hands tied behind their backs, into a dark room and are told to find a way out by bumping their heads into the walls. The system if changed or even if instated with strictness, government teacher can prove to be the most important asset to the state and community. As always said Teachers are the builders of the nation, but what can a builder do without an architect, labour and raw-material.