What is wrong with the Indian education system?
9th standard:PTA meetingPhysics Teacher: Your son is very smart. He is hardworking too. Dad: Thanks sir! He studies well. He is passionate about physics.Physics Teacher: Yes. He has what it takes to be an IAS Officer. Prepare him for Civil Services. He would be a great officer.Dad: That's good to hear sir. I am just a 9th standard guy. All I knew was that I loved applying physics to daily life activities. I knew I loved Maths too. But I did not know about my future. I did not know what I would be or what I wanted to be. I approached my teacher the next day.Class - the next day:Me: Sir. I like physics. What is its future.Physics Teacher: The future of physics is full of possibilities. There is infinite scope for exploring the field.Me: Then why did you want me to be an IAS Officer.Physics Teacher: Its a very stable job. You get security. You can get others to do your work for you. You will have many servants. You can earn very much. Even though the salary from government is less, you get lots of gifts (not so subtle). If you pursue physics, you can't earn much. Home:Mom: How did the meeting go. Dad: Great! His teacher told me that he has what it takes to even crack Civil Services.Mom: He's too young. Let us give him a few years before we push him towards his goals. (My mother is a professor. I am lucky. Not all are lucky to be afforded this freedom.)Conclusion:I tell my teacher I like his subject. He tells me it has good future. But money is the ultimate objective and it has less scope to earn money. He tells me to pursue another field. I feel there is something fundamentally wrong if we educate our younger generation that one field has more priority over another. All are equal. It just depends on one's passion towards a field and a drive to pursue it.As someone said: "Where would they be if Lata Mangeshkar picked up a cricket bat and Sachin Tendulkar became a singer."
What is a typical day of a liberal like?
My alarm goes off early in the morning, the glorious Soviet anthem jolting me out of my wonderful dream about taking all the money from big corporations and giving it to that homeless guy who hangs out across the street. I get out of bed, pausing to throw a reverent look towards the portrait of Lenin on the wallFor breakfast, I have some all-inclusive, gluten-free, vegan, equal-opportunity, etc. Cheerio- um, I mean generic, non-branded, donut-shaped cereal that has nothing to do with trademarked symbols of bourgeoisie corporate oppression. I put on a Che Guevara t-shirt and some sweatpants, and hunt around for my black hoodie and bandana for the antifa rally after school.I don’t actually attend any classes, because the teachers just repeat sexist, bigoted propaganda, then get mad at me when I tell them. I can’t believe how rude they are!!!!1!1!!!11!!!!1111!!!!! I just find an empty hallway and smoke pot all day. I’m technically failing all my classes, but grades are just a letter. I identify as trans-grade. It’s so transphobic of you to assume that I’m a F just because that’s what’s on my report card. Inside, I’m an A+!After school, I get on the train. I don’t pay for my ticket, because I don’t support the misogynist government organizations. At this point, you might point out that refusing to pay money to government-run utilities like public transportation contradicts my aforementioned socialist positions, thus making me somewhat hypocritical. To which I would reply, OMG THAT’S SO FASCIST!!!!! CHECK YOUR PRIVILEGE, YOU WHITE CISHET SCUM!!!!!!!!! Is that logical? No. Do I care? Fuck no.I get off (not in that way! Stop objectifying women, you sexist asshole!) downtown and throw on the hoodie and bandana. I put on sunglasses too, just for good measure, even though it’s really cloudy today. I walk a block to the rally, where my friends and I spend the rest of the afternoon throwing around bricks and Molotov cocktails and beating up old men.It’s hard work overthrowing the privileged bigoted racist sexist homophobic transphobic heteronormative corporate bourgeois system, but we continue to fight. One day, my comrades, we shall prevail…*Disclaimer: the above answer is satirical. This is neither my daily routine nor an accurate representation of my political beliefs or those of many others who identify as liberals. Yeah. the end.