Freedom to choose – my happiness

She hops from one room to another ,
at the corner of her village periphery ,
She smile, she giggles, she laughs, she rejoice,
the moment of her life where she is going to be married ,
a young girl of 20 years in the village of Rajasthan,
sharing her thought ,she turns red to talk about him,
the one who is now her new world,
she display her jewellery ,her clothes as an asset,
an asset jewelling her memory ,
she is sweet ,she is vibrant ,
for her globalization are her two nests,
the one where she learnt to fly .
the other where she is taking shelter,
once again the reality is encountered ,
happiness is subjective, very subjective,
she teaches with her vivacity,
to enjoy ,feel and love the subjectivity,
she foster her actual right ,
her right of freedom to choose her happiness.

SUGANDHA MUNSHI

Little souls.....

Often in the folklores I heard that the kids never cheat and lie. During my journey through psychology I go through many readings, which explains that by various projective techniques one can explore the persons mind. But in order to explore the children we doesn’t need so hard and big projective techniques but simple a kind interaction and he tells the truth whatever he observes without knowing that what it is and for what it is. Because they are not yet getting mingled in the social environment and they doesn’t have learned its tricks….
Observe the picture which one of the class second girl made today and when I ask her what’s this…. she explains with a smile
It’s my school. The jumbled kids is her class where kids are fighting with each other and next to it is another room where her teacher sits whole day…i.e. office

Tehseen Haroon

Quantity v/s Quality

Once upon a Russian PM visits India for a week on some diplomatic issues. He heard a lot of fame of Indian administration and know he want to check it out. He visits parliament and various other offices including some education departments. Take a guard of honor from Army, police and also visits various other departments. As he was departing, at airport he has to face the reporters and one among them asks him how you feel after spending a week in India and what you learn from here. He smiles and said I was atheist and Know I believe in God. The person who asks the question said again sir how is this possible in a week you have such a shift? The PM smiles and said after visiting the political chamber and other various departments I observe the real situations of this county and then I find out that such a country can only survive if there is some mighty power and that’s only God…laughs the HM of my school as he shares this jock in front of his staff as I ask him why there are two schools existing in a same premises?
There are two schools in same premises and both have problems, which if they get combined get solved. But who cares and what’s the policy of any authority is a big mystery to understand. As the HM shares there are around 4 schools in a single village, which is just 5 to 10 minutes, walking distance from each other. But why… As they seems the promises of politicians made during elections to get a vote explains the HM with big laugh.
Here I felt that is it quantity or quality that matters. How the resources have been utilized and what’s the policy behind them. As for example during the electric fitting in the school each school got the equal budget for that work to be done irrespective of number of rooms in the school. Two-room school get the equal amount as the eight or 10 room school and see the logic, every Headmaster has to spend the amount and one of my school got 4 tube lights in 2 room and another school of mine has the ratio of one tube light for 2 class rooms. And in another school the condition was worse, as they even don’t have the electricity connection so what was there need first?
We are loosing quality and this slow burning of our resources which every person of the country pays are getting wasted and nobody cares and we are saying we are moving towards development. I am asking to myself, if there are around 85 thousand schools in Rajasthan and if we take an average of 40 kids in each school then what’s the future of 3360000 kids?
Is that only enough to make a kid read and write his name and some few lines of his book? And they are the countries future…and we the people make jocks and mockery to such a nation, which gave the world zero (0), and now we stands on that place....

Tehseen Haroon

Ahmedbad GFs- a tad late, but better late than never!

Hello, namaste and sorry for being so horribly late. This is arpita writing on behalf of all the Ahmedabad PGFs. i thought the first thing we should do was to introduce ourselves, and since i'll go crazy if i run around asking for self-applauding writeups us- i'm putting us all at my mercy and writing abilities.

First there is Tanazz- my PLDP partner- fun, reliable, fiesty and and really great with anything that has anything to do with art,craft , origami, or shot put ( just learned this last week)- she's the one girl who will never say no if asked for a lift, a pen, a key, or food! She's the most unspoilt army kid i've met and she's amazing with children.

Then there is Divya- who i can say adds a lot of zing to the group. Eternally chirpy,perpetually busy, and generally grinning, she can also be seen eating bread jam while jumping up and down on the sofas ( hehe). Her juniours titled her "pocket sized powerhouse", and i'd agree for sure. She's also one for thinking deep about change, reflecting alone and getting hold of when there are deadlines to be met.

Next would be Shraddha- my amazing super sensible and super sensitive roommate who has more guts than anyone I've ever met. Shraddha is the youngest amongst us but in the short span of 20 years her achievements include protesting against her corrupt principal, creating sapce and love for an adopted child in her family, putting a relative behind bars for dowry, and making me laugh when i need it the most. She's done her bachelors degree in social work and she 's here to change herself before changing the world.

After that comes Aruna, who i think has mastered the zen like art of stayig happy always. Aruna has done her masters in social work and is very familiar with social terrain we amateurs navigate- often adding her own sharp insights and observations
and bringing clarity. she likes the colour sky blue and can often be heard humming chetna geets. ( oh, and she's always R for "moturam halwai")

Then would be Snigdha, who cooks amazing food and came here because she wanted to experience a life beyond the definitions created in her engineering college. Funny, smart and practical, she 's also one of the strongest people i know.

Nibedita, hails from Assam and DU/ DSW and is happily heard deconstructing the latter. She cooks, sings, cleans, dances,listens and gives very no-nonsense advice ( and is also the sushil kanya of the group). Spiritual and sensible, thats why i believe she's here- to be the change she wants to see in the world- which as she will point out doesn't always happen by reading tons of theory or wearing corporate suits.

Amit, the sole boy in the "Piramal Girls Gandhi Fellowship" often has to deal with taunts about how he came through the males minority quota. That apart, we're glad he did, because apart from being the Resource person for pest control and toasted bread, he is also the most child friendly and nature loving of us all- and is able to link Bodh theory with classroom concepts in simpler ways than anyone else. Amit's list of achievements include graduating from Nirma in Computer Engineering,creating works of art with anything from charcoal to tin foil, and being the least ruffled during LQ.

and I, Arpita, am a graduate in literature from DU- I 'm here because what i'm doing resonates with my search for meaning. I feel if we are to create a better world, it has to start from the classroom and gullible (!) kids. I love poetry, literature, dance,art , good conversations, chocolate, lame jokes and integrity.

more from us later ! :)

Kya de sake ga mere koi.....................

Kya de sake ga mere, Bachpan ke din koi……..
Jab na tha Gum bas thi kushiyan he sari,
Jab Gumo mai thi, ye ankhe soyi soyi,
Jab Kushiyon pe hi bante thi, bate hamari,

Kya de sake ga mere, Bachpan ke din koi……..
Jab paise mai hi simti thi, khwahishe hamari,
Jab Dada ki kahaniya hi thi, tamanna hamari,
Jab paro pe hi hoti thi, manjil hamari,

Kya de sake ga mere, Bachpan ke din koi……..
Jab padne se ankhe hoti thi bhari,
Jab kitabo se hoti thi junge/ladayion hamari,
Jab ankho se hi bahti thi nadiyan sari,


Kya de sake ga mere, Bachpan ke din koi……..
Jab baheno ka karna phati kamiz per silaye,
Jab naye kapde pe hoti thi, ladayian hamari,
Jab andhere se lagta tha mujhko dar or chil-laker pukarna kahan ho mere bhai,

Jab patango ke doro mai thi, uljhan hamari,
Jab kancho-goliyon mai simti thi gunjee hamari,
Jab chejo ko todna thi fitrat hamari,

Kya de sake ga mere, Bachpan ke din koi……..
Jab papa ki ungiliyan thi manjil hamari,
Jab ammi ke anchal mai thi dunia hamari,


“The smallest children are the nearest to GOD, as the smallest planets are nearest to Sun”
(Salman )

What we expect…

Burger, sandwich, milk with boost ask the mom

Running jumping, chasing kid to make him eat

For lunch what you want to eat dear

Hunger pangs her child, which she can’t bear

Everything she tries just to make her child eat….

Same country and same state with glimpse of modern life

Kids from villages are not so full of luck

Eating and sometimes even just single morsel

Borrowed by poor mother from the neighbors

To fill the empty belly of her dear little angels

Running, jumping semi nude and taking small steps for school

Holding plates and waiting with hope for a midday meal

Sparkling eyes reflect their joy and fun

How they enjoy the meal makes me dumb

This is there burger, pizza and the bun

Filling the emptiness which they carry all times with their fate

What we are expecting from them

Could might defy the Meslow’s hierarchy

Will anyone ask the Uncle Piaget?

How can we understand the Law of conservation?

When these little angles don’t have even a morsel to eat.

TEHSEEN HAROON

Today I found myself…

In the corner of class sitting quietly, trying to hide myself by just imagining, that if I won’t look towards teacher he won’t find me. Class seems strange as thinking where I have landed but silently and helplessly sitting in the grips of fear. Those roars of teacher and that fierce eyes still fresh in my mind and ah…. taking a deep breath, I am adult now and no more to bear that fear. Today, I found myself in one of the kid of my school. I can understand what he was feeling because the teacher’s resemblance and the attitude was same as was of mine. Now I was imagining, if these little kids will get the opportunity as we got during our college days of attending lecture or not? All was mine choice as what I enjoy completes my attendance criteria and the one, which bores me, completes my attendance in college canteen with my friends. What the teacher will do if we give such a freedom to these kids? But one question I am asking myself… If my teacher do not do all that with me by his stunt looks and roars will I be able to learn or not? Was that all necessary or not? Yet an unsolved mystery…
I ask so many teachers of my primary schools now…why a child attend school? Why s/he attends your lecture and why s/he listens you? Why s/he keeps quite and disciplined in class?And I think when a child starts doing that s/he is no more a kid…. S/he is called then a mature adult. Because we always make a comment in negative notion ‘don’t act childish’ then how we expect child to do the reverse…

Tehseen Haroon

Aditya Natraj and one Gandhi Fellow on 'Problems of Primary Education in India'

http://www2.dw-world.de/southasia/South_Asia/1.235743.1.html

	Primary Education in India is the Country's Problem Child

		Many primary school children in India don't have proper teachers to train them

Sixty-two years after India’s independence, many of India's children are still not getting schooling. Although a constitutional directive urges all states to provide free and compulsory education for all children up to the age of 14, India is still far from achieving it. More than 80 percent of India's children start school in the first grade, but less than 50 percent continue up to grade eight -- which means that dropout rates are high. That's what the latest official statistics say. The government of India started a Sarva Shiksha or "Education for all" plan in 2001 and pledged that by 2005 it would get every Indian child into school. Disparity between enrolment and attendance While this has lead to more than 90 percent enrolment rates in some places, many non-governmental reports have found that many students are just registered while on average only 70 percent of them attend classes. Aditya Natraj, Programme Director of the Gujarat state operations of Pratham, India’s largest educational NGO, explains the disparity between enrolment and attendance: "Some children are enrolled there because teachers are pressured to enrol a large number of children in order to keep their jobs. But actually those children are studying in a local private school or dropped out from the school but you still keep them on the rolls. The other reason can be that schools are designed as per the urban lifestyle so the rural schools do not have any break for the harvesting season when children go to work to bring in the harvest. The third reason is that unfortunately in several schools teacher attendance is itself very weak." Sugandha, a so-called Gandhi fellow, is attached to an organisation which works with the government to improve education in rural India, and is based in a village in Rajasthan in Northern India. "Teachers are there in the school but they do not go to the classes to teach", she says. "They see it as a burden to teach the students." Many students are attracted to school to get a free lunch offered there by the government. But even then, Sugandha says, the quality of education provided in the rural schools is a problem: "Many times, even a standard 7 student does not know how to read and write. They do not know ‘A, B, C, D’. They are not able to form sentences." Lagging behind China India's failure in primary education becomes more apparent when compared to its neighbour China which has long attained almost full literacy. Aditya Natraj explains why India is lagging behind: "India spends three and a half percent of its GDP on education while China spends six percent on education and until we make that provisioning we are not going to catch up with China. So it's basically financial provisioning. Apart from that there are a lot of technical issues. In order to educate such a large number of children you need a lot of capacity development of a large number of teachers, improving the quality of schools." Experts agree that a dramatic change is needed to improve the education system of India from grassroots level, including stricter checks on the functioning of schools and the quality of teaching. Otherwise, many bright minds will continue to lack a proper education in India, which is more and more relying on knowledge-based industries to compete on world markets. Author: Debarati Mukherjee Editor: Grahame Lucas

Masti ki Pathshala

Gandhi Fellows 2009 batch attending BODH SHIKSHA SAMITI workshop in Jaipur.

In Retrospect

The Gandhi fellows return back today after completing an intensive month living full time in the slums of Ahmedabad. In retrospection, the video relives the moment when they departed to embrace yet another chapter of their colorful lives as Gandhi Fellows.

Spreading Wings

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Reflections On A Box Of Chalk

A box of chalk
has not in it poetics
but stalks of economics
and a family tree
of infinite in-distinction,
where it was born
in a placeless factory
nowhere;
And no one cares
how it fares
in its journeys and utilities
in the hand of teacher
in the mouth of child
in the impermeable dustbin
of waste and time;
It takes abstraction
into a room of sensibilities,
tells black from white
but the amnesiac duster
returns the written word
to grains of the infinite,
yet it serves by natural law
in eternal orphanhood
its creators’ providence;
Not one asks how it came,
but it comes,
Not one tells where it went
but it goes,
-the demi-god that created it
didn’t kiss and bless it
good luck and good bye-
the teacher won’t brandish it,
children like not to remember it
the men always will forget it
and nobody cares,
nobody cares,
nobody cares,
neither knowledge
neither all life’s
memory or mind
not even you
nor I

Abhyudai Dhawan

Celebrating her identity ... 62 years of independence

Commemorating her individuality,
breathing the air of liberty,
living the life of dignity,
embracing different cultures, traditions in her ambit, since era,
she demonstrates the tradition of sincerity.
She has seen many ups and down in her periphery,
traveling many years in shadow of love and prosperity,
upbringing millions of soul as her family,
she has reached the horizon of diversity.
Wearing the tricolor she nurtures peace and humanity,
preaching the concept of Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam
she revamps and strengthens globalization’s intricacies.
Let’s celebrate her identity as responsible citizens,
promising ourselves to uphold her glory and vivacity.

SUGANDHA MUNSHI

New experience of my life...

Jab first time yahan aayi, to ajeeb sa dar tha,par jab sabse mili to dar kam ho gaya.Naye naye logo se mili to kaafi acha laga aur starting mein samaj nahi aa raha tha ki kya karun kya nahi.Lekin dhire dhire sab samajh aa gaya, yahan par hume mauka mila apne aap ko samjhne or samjhane ka. Group mein kaise rehte hai, enjoy karte huye apna kaam karna, yahan dekha hai. Yahan,laga ki life mein hamare samne bahut challenge aate hai par unko kaise accept karke, life mein aage badte rehna hai yahan sikha. Jab suna ki working schedule 9am to 12pm tak hai to dar gayi ki kaise karungi. Fir to aadat si ho gayi, ek din to puri raat nind nahi aayi sirf sochti rahi lekin jaise hi training start huyi, to phir to sochne ka mauka hi nahi mila .Pata hi nahi chalta hai ki subah kab huyi or raat kab huyi .So..., i am enjoying every moment with my work, my sweet PLs and FRIENDS.

Pratibha Choudhary

My first day as a GF…

While starting off from home to Jhujnjhunu, I had many apprehensions ..first time I was coming out of my comfort zone-my family , my home and also being the youngest and the most pampered in the family, it was really difficult being away..Also while on the way to my destination the terrain looked different which scared me at times ,as to what would be the place like.. when i reached here all my apprehension were gone and i fell for the place , i loved Jhunjhnu..coming Monday and it's gonna be the first day of my professional life..this thought itself made me nervous..anyways the session started and contrary to my expectation it was a really chilled out , home like environment, no sign of nervousness or anything was left there..We started with the introduction part with Jatin and Sonika.. and the whole process that followed and the manner in which it followed was not what any body would think of a professional life..Kaivalya has the most chilled out people i have ever met ..we sang bal geet and chetna geet with Sugandha and Shreya..the funnies and the coolest thing I have done after my prep days.It was lovely enacting those songs...later in the evening the visit to dargah was an amazing experience..it's just been two days and we have already formed such intimate bonds with every body.I have never been so comfortable in my life outside my home. I am really thrilled at the prospect of what all exciting things gonna emerge. let’s hope the coming two years will be like the first day and this period of my life will be the most memorable ........

Priyanka Yadav

Ajeeb dastaan ...

Ajeeb dastan hai ye kahan shuru kahan khatam,
ye manzilein hai kaun si naa yeh samajh sake they hum…
Pehla din aisa hi tha…

Nayi jagah, naye log, naya safar. Aaj ka din shuru hua thode darr, thodi nervousness aur bahut si excitement ke saath. Masti aur kaam saath kaise hota hai yeh aaj jaana hai. Alag alag log jab mil baat kar kaam karte hain to waqt kitni jaldi nikal jaata hai yeh pata hi nahi chalta. Nayi jagah mein logon se kaise milte hain, nayi jagah ki khoj karna, ye karne se mera aatam vishwas badha. Shaam ko hum dargah gaye, barish mein bheege aur khub masti ki.
Yahan ki sabse achi baat yeh hai ki agar aap kuch janna chahte ho(jagah ke bare mein, logon ke bare mein) to kaha jaata hai, “jao aur pucho” , apne pairon par khade hone ka sahi maiyna yahan aakar ek hi din mein pata chal gaya, bawjood iske jab kuch senior G.F chor kar dusre block jaa rahe they to aisa laga koi apna bichad raha ha.
Dil apne aap udaas ho gaya, shaam ki masti, G.F’S ka support…..all in all ghar ki yaad nahi aayi, actually ghar ko yaad karne ki fursat nahi mili.

Anisha Mathew

Work ...my new religion

Life is a constant journey and I feel that, I have taken my first step
towards something worthwhile. The path will be full of hardship that’s
for sure…15 hours of schedule, well that’s something, I had never seen
before .So, in that fashion Gandhi Fellowship is exactly what I expected of it.
The visit to the government hospital was not earth shattering as such
but the uncle I got acquainted to was a dandy. A charming guy who even
had tea with me for a few moments of discussion, that’s something I
have never experienced in my years in Agra or Gandhinagar. Reflecting
on my own life, that’s something I have never done for the fear of not
having anything concrete to reflect upon. But here, after the collage
exercise of our life story, I developed the thought process and got to
realize that my life has not been that dull and there are a few
silver linings in the midst of an uneventful life. A little too phillo
for the first day I think, but that’s the way… I like it. Working for
so long and trying to collect and jot down my thoughts is really tough
but really it was something, I was looking forward to and expect my
life to be so full of things to do in the weeks and months to come.
“Work is my new religion and I am a devout follower.”

Manjeet

hara samandar...

Ek samay ki baat hai bandhu,
baat bade patey ki ,
desh sa jakda janjeeron mein, haalat badi buri thi, tab ek budhha lathi pakde gaon gaon batakhta tha,
kaha tha usne ki bharat gaon gaon mein basta tha, aaj main bharat aaya hun, haan aaj hi bharat aaya hun,
haan main gaon bhale hi nahi par dilli se door aaya hun,
yahan log kuch naye se hain, par baat wahi puraani hai,
Khudh ko badal ke,
kuch badalne ki ,yahan pe sabne thaani hai.
Inme shamil hokar ,
Mai bhi khud ko badalne aaya hun
hara samundar jo gaya ,aaj who paar karne aaaya hun
Main ab urne wala hun , aasman chune wala hun.

Manish Sharma

Vacancy for Programme Associate for Gandhi Fellowship.

Gandhi Fellowship is looking for Programme Associates to do on campus marketing and recruitment for Gandhi Fellowship in Delhi, Bombay and other top campuses in the country.
We are looking for a young and energetic person with:
1) approximately 2-3 years of experience (ideally in marketing, recruitment or working with young people but other work experience considered)
2) who has preferably studied in Delhi/Bombay
3) who understands the pulse of youngsters from top Delhi and/or Bombay campuses
4) is passionate about causing social change and
5) involving the most talented youngsters in social change.

If you are interested in finding out more, please email Anna at gandhifellowship@gmail.com for a job description.
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Beautiful....pebbles

Beautiful pebbles have hopes for me,
these dices have wisdom for me
when I see these teaching learning materials,
I find a way out for my kids,
the kids of untouched India .
Standing on the doors of the school ,they pass a pleasant smile,
Which enrolls happiness of mine and thine,
I look for a way through them ,with them for a broader horizon ,
which defines the actual sense of education,
I ponder to see them smiling, in such extreme situations,
where a single glass of water makes difference,
I love to be with them where they have become a part of my destination,
I enjoy to be with them where we redefine globalization…

SUGANDHA

Is it heart or mind that matters…

What is important in the Human Body? Is that Heart or is that mind…or something Else!!! Today I met a boy, which make me to think so…His story is something very interesting. His mother died and father remarried and his downfall began. His stepmother told that he is mentally ill since birth but the community people said the different story …He is tied with chains for whole year. Whether, it is the heat of summer or the cold of winter, he spent his whole time beneath the tree tied with the chain. His meals, his world is that tree and his whole paradise is the surrounding. When I told him that I am from Kashmir he replied, “ my Kashmir is this tree and these fields”. At first when I asked the address of that boy none of the villager was willing to help me to find out that boy and everybody suggested me that the whole family is mad but anyhow I found the house and the reason for his imprisonment was that he beats every one when he is free, so we have tied him with chains. And they suggested me not to go near to him. But after taking few photos of him, I talked to him and asked him “can we be friend”, he replied, “why not…” At first I was scared of being attacked by him but suddenly I pray to God that please help me and then I approached him. He welcomed me and gave me the place to sit nearby him on khaat and then I had little normal conversation with him. One of the impacts of his life was seen clearly on his younger sister.
His mother treats him very harshly due to which his sister also suffers. She was in standard 3rd when she was also stuck by the disaster and in her case the mother also said the another story…according to him she had polio but I think there is some psychological disorder. The main chances are of Hysteria…fugue.
And also one of the important thing, which I observe is that whatever is the state of his mind, the basic instincts of human were there, and i.e. aggression. When I was talking to him suddenly his aunt entered in the lawn, he started using abusive language and he shouted on her and asked her to leave the house immediately and when I asked about this sudden reaction by him, he informed she is responsible for this whole thing. But one thing, which attracts me the most, is that if he is abnormal then how he recognizes his aunt and how he blames her and how he knows that these few abusive words spoken can heart her feelings and sentiments?
What is the real cause of this can only be guessed, but the real pain was felt by the boy and her sister…and might be by her family also!!!

Tehseen

Inner power.. will power...

When we talk about will power, its tough to define it. Is this something, which comes from within or something which needs motivation from outside? Motivation can be understood again in various perspective, am I looking for the motivation from some extrinsic factor or looking for it somewhere within. A force, which keeps me going on without the need of external interference, in the form of support and appreciation.
Well, the point to be pondered here is, that if my will power and motivation to sustain it , is subject to others behavior and support, am I free ? Am I free when the key of my motivation is in others pocket?

A big question but easily answerable , for me at least, NO! when the key of my will power sustainability is in someone’s other pocket , that’s the biggest slavery in the world. So feel free, breath free, live with freedom , not only extrinsic but intrinsic as well.

SUGANDHA

Govt. Job means …!!

We heard and read that before independence people of this nation dreamt to serve the country by doing Govt. job. For them the Govt. job meant social service and they did that with true spirit. The reflection of the same could be seen in the education set up. Gurus were worshipped and there status in the society was highest in the hierarchy. And now sometimes, it appears to be the tale of lost folklore.
In present scenario Govt. job means secured life. In post independence the dream remains same but the goal has changed. People want to be a Govt. employ but not to serve the nation……….infact their pockets. Even the price tag of the groom touches the sky, if he is a Govt. employ. The reason being, the security of his life being a government employee rather than his concern towards his duty. They feel and know, that whatever we do around the month, or wherever we roam around, our salary is due and definite. And if one ask them any single question about their role and duty, the bombardment of questions and blame game start. Nobody explore themselves what he or she is doing, and the irony remain they don’t even realize they themselves create the government and the system.

Tehseen Haroon

We are living in a competitive era…………………………………….

We are living in a competitive era with everlasting struggle and competition with each other. We never try to hear the bird chirping in the morning, to see the hills after rain, to see those rocks shining in the sun, the leaves sparkling, to see the clouds go by and to rejoice on a clear morning with full heart and a clear mind.
But, we lose this feeling when we grow up with competition, worries, anxieties, quarrels, hatred, fear and the everlasting struggle to earn a livelihood. From childhood we spend our days in battle with each other disliking and liking and derives pleasure from it. We never try to understand the beauty of the world, a feeling for beauty because we soon get caught up in the pseudo mechanism of life, as we go to the college, get married, have children, husbands, wives, responsibilities, earn a livelihood, finally we grow old and die! That is what happened to us. Because, we do not understand the meaning of education or never try to figure it out. Basically, education means “no end”. It is not where we read books, poems, facts, and formula, pass an examination and finish with education. But, during the whole life the moment we get born till the moment we die, the process of education and learning of life continues.
But, we can never learn if we are in conflicts, with our self, with our neighbors, with society… But if we learn about the mechanism of putting together images of life, we will see the extra ordinary mechanism of life or beauty...




Salman U Khan,
(Written in Chalanabas village in Rajasthan, winter 08)