Having a break from college life(so as to say, from educational life) I ponder over what it was and what it missed.

College life is a life without bounds, with loads of freedom and time to enjoy it, that is at least in India and the basic reason this is cherished as the peak of one's life. As for education is concerned, it is a teaser for one never gets a chance to get the full movie. A lecture starts with the very basics, builds up the drama, sets the cogs of human mind in motion thinking about what a mess the problem has landed into and what possible ways, we the heroes have to get over it. But unlike a complete movie, the entire thing is short, the core of the investigation is shorted with the time constraints, the fittings are let lose, and the worst of all, the bell rings when maybe the climax was about to burst. In some cases, the overtime is used to end the suspense where the story is told like a narration rather than the visual, the algorithm, pops up from that hidden page in the book, solving many of the problems, some of which never came into the limelight as we remake what a genius made years before our time. a full analysis of the consequences is deferred to the next lecture where unlike a TV serial, there is little to pull us back. The flow is a tiny thread and we try to live in it even after the lecture, but then, another one has to be built and we are never able to come back to the same state and never even remember to the finest of the details the issues that were in our mind when we were building the world around it.

An algorithm is like a piece of poetry where you need to get lost in the world to imagine the flow of events where like Avatar, the value of the tree is nothing without the context. It may not be as vivid to imagine but in application, it is no less. The problem has its own issues, the flow from line to line is so important in finding the puzzle out. And once the lecture is over the dream world gets shattered. We are left with a memory and never fit the pieces. That is why maybe, students really find it difficult to revolutionize in class hours. A revolutionary result requires a more perfect devotion, a dream that is not bound to the boundary of a class, a poetic world with unimaginable limits where the next portion of life fits in somewhere within the imaginary world, where the falling car in Inception just gives another angle to the view to the problem we have. That boundary of education needs an impetus in India. Indian colleges are stuck too much to the concepts of industry ready, high placements that parents ask, what's the average package to what's the quality of education. It is like making a movie just for profit rather than the fun of making it. Education is being butchered into packages and sold for the highest bid. The poetic view of knowledge is long gone. No more do students hear a tingling of bells without caring for the time they are lost in it, the summer heat without electricity or the sight of a perfect maiden that walks past the class door. The hostels are houses of piracy and late night movies coupled with sleepy classes, in case they attend them are a common sight. There is no poetry in education and I think if the Americans blame the Indians for them getting Bangalored, I think, they are to be blamed for destroying this poetry in the Indian educational system. The money that software has brought into Software has brought an end to the equilibrium that required that poetic sense. Too may IT jobs mean addition of too many people, too many of those barbarians who would have joined the army had that paid much more, and thus the education that is poetic is left small circles within reputed institutes where the lover of this man made beauty tries to sit in peace with his passion, where he sees how it had to be seen, where he tries to reach the thresholds, he was meant to reach.

A poet has been forced out of his favorite spot because of so many on-lookers, he runs into corporate world trying to find perfect unison. He goes ahead to look for higher education beyond the boundaries of his nation maybe at a place where the equilibrium is till intact, where a student is not a future jobs-man but just a student, a person who likes to learn to see problems as they get solved and maybe solve some himself which may be used by others to grow. A poet grows for himself and his art is his for life. Iit may be used for material profits but is never made for one...