Well, let’s admit that education is (not) the manifestation, as it’s touted to be, of the perfection already in man. I mean all through these years, perhaps some 17 odd years, one thing that never quite manifested itself was the perfection. And in perfection I mean the conventional, educational perfection. On the contrary, all that this education process has done to me is turn me into a dispassionate, and importantly, all the more, an imperfect state. Yes Sir, I have strong points to validate my opinions.
Let’s go back in time. I attended my nursery for three consecutive years. Aghast ? No, it was not an overly enthusiastic bid to get my education right from the basics, and the foundation of which had to be laid thrice. Call it the unfortunate turn of events, my first stint was in the local school, when out of enthusiasm, though at the right age, I decided to join my sister, elder to me, to her school. I ran into some trouble with the class teacher, then the principal regarding something which I don’t remember, and was thrown out. Yeah, my parents had to get me out of the school. And it was there I developed strong negative images of the word MADAM. Moving on, I was admitted to perhaps one of the better schools, better only in the sense that they were more organized in their process of throwing out children from lower kinder gartens. After one full year of my hard work, regardless of humiliations I had to undergo while there, I worked hard for my exams. I took my exams and the result…you never know those “bitches”…the ones clad in white gowns, calling themselves the all the pious names they could think of, and in the end only managing to fuck up (pardon my language) a little boy’s future. I did not go to the class to receive the result, may be because I was absent due to something I can’t recollect, again, and then they refused to give my performance card, and you can’t go any further without the performance cards. To sort out this issue, my mom and my brother, dressed up handsomely in a coat in a bid to pose as my father, went to see the “bitch”, and to pronounce the names that I have attributed to her even louder, she not only decides against giving my result card, but also denies them an audience. What the fuck…How pitiful her state would be, when she comes to that she missed the chance to boast about being the principal of the school to which the district topper belongs. Any how that “bitch” deserved it.
Mt. Assisi was perhaps the only one that would embrace one of those it had shunned in history. Did I mention about my second stint. Not completely, I think. So, I went to the Assisi for the admission, and they showed me a battery and asked me what it was. I replied NIPPO. They said, OK son you know a little too much to be in the nursery, and rejected me. I still don’t know how my being able to read NIPPO could pose such a threat to them. Perhaps, I should simply have said a battery. The second qstn was something I don’t remember, again (I know it kind of bugs you to read the things “again” and “again”), about building bridges with some blocks of wood. I made the Eiffel tower, literally, and still I was rejected. What more did they need? Perhaps a dumbo, who they could teach, peacefully. My uncle and my father decided to talk to the principal, once “again’ a classic example of the “sister”-and-“mother” fucking fathers and brothers (even if you take their positional titles and transliterate, it remains the same) of the “maternity”, and present my impressive CV. The petition, “sir his sister and brother are also in the same school, and so it is unjust you reject him. Plus, he has the first hand experience of such and such schools.” Pat comes the reply, and to the truest of his natures, “You can take them out as well”. Phew….and long day at the office, it had been for me.
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