Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Regarding Reservations

Yesterday, I can across an article in 'The Statesman' where the author (Samantak Das) expresses his opinion opposing the ongoing agitations against the increase in reservation seats. Feeling inclined to key down my thoughts regarding what he said, I write this post.

So, first I'll put up his extract from the paper:
I have recently read two illuminating texts, one a column printed in this newspaper, the other a Bangla leaflet delivered along with it. Both of them speak in impassioned prose about the need to oppose the proposed 27 per cent reservation for Other backward Classes in institutions of higher education. Both invoke the rhetoric of "us" versus "them", both oppose reservation to "merit", both raise the spectre of deprivation for "your meritorious son or daughter". One asks, passionately, if somewhat incoherently, "for how long do we have to keep lying to our children, telling them that true worth will forever attain its prize while you continue to deny half of what rightfully belongs to them", while the other prophetically warns me that "someone less worthy than you will occupy the position in your workplace that rightfully belongs to you".

Trying to match their pleas to my own experience, I'm not quite sure what these worthy gentlemen mean either by "merit" or what "rightfully belongs" to me. By merit do they mean the sheer accident of birth that led to my privileged middle-class upbringing, education in an exclusive English-medium school, exposure to books and elevating conversation practically from the egg that enabled me to gain admission to one of the most prestigious institutions of higher education in the country where I received an education practically gratis? And do they deem someone who comes from a family that belongs to the 80 per cent of out country that subsists on less than Rs 90 per day, who went to an ill-equipped sarkari school, neither of whose parents could read or write, forget about books or suchlike in their homes, less meritorious than me? Do they mean to say that college and universities that are paid for by the tax revenues generated from even humblest economic transactions (such as, for example, when a daily-wage worker buys a bundle of beedis) should be reserved exclusively for the likes of me?

Who is more meritorious, the pampered child of parents who can afford an army of tutors to coach their ward for the entrance examinations to colleges of engineering or medicine, or the child of unlettered parents who grows up in a world that spits the fact of their lowly status in their faces on a daily basis, yet who, through sheer dogged endurance manages to achieve a passing grade in high school and dreams (against all odds) of becoming a doctor or engineer one day?

It is true that whatever a person becomes at the end of his school life is indeed largely affected by his social background - by his family, by the school he read in, and other such factors which are controlled by his 'birth'. That is, the true merit can be overshadowed by the conditions of his birth, which are in turn largely correlated, even today, with his caste.

But in spite of this, notwithstanding however unjust the process undergrown maybe, would you question that as the net result, at the point of applying for higher studies, a candidate with a higher rank have somehow become more suitable, efficient and deserving than a candidates with a lower rank, in any field of study?

Then, on what criteria would you justify the selecting of less suited candidates for the next stage of education and training, over the more suited ones? Because, you say, the process in the previous stage was faulty and failed to extract and endorse the true potentials? But how exactly will this partial selection amend for the faulty process, or improve upon the already developed suitability (a result of 18-21 years) of the less deserving ones?

For any developmental process, it is common knowledge that the best suited candidates from one stage be selected for the next stage of development. For the clarity of reasoning, on dividing the entire course of training of an individual starting from basic education to becoming a trained professional, we can get two broad stages - the pre-college (school) stage and the college/professional training stage. If the pre-college stage has some faults in it which bars it from transforming the truly meritorious candidates from this stage as the best suited ones for the next stage, then should one rather not focus on rectifying this process?

Lastly, exactly what percentage of the misfortuned people do you exactly cater for 'upliftment', when you make reservations in apex institutions like IITs and AIIMS? What percentage of these people, born of illiterate parents, living below the poverty line, does actually cross the 10+2 board exams, or even the 10th standard board exams? I think 20% would be a gross overestimation. Does this not make the reservations in these institutes look like half-hearted evasive measures? What is really needed to bring up these people? Why not do something that would really cater to these people - something definitely at the more ground level?

(P.S.: The figure 20% in the last paragraph is completely a guesswork.)

Monday, May 22, 2006

What a little bit of undeserving praise can do!!

Today, I'll share a very valuable experience of what a little bit of flattery and undeserving praise, accompanied with a push to perform in the same field, can do to a person. The effects of what in Bengali colloquial terms we call 'bar khaoa'!!

The other day I was chatting with a friend on the net. Now, it so happened, that this very person had in some other time made some positive remarks about my blog writings. Anyways, in the course of chatting, I was prompted by this person to write up a kind of sarcastic narrative consisting of two lovers walking with balloons in their hands. (!!!) Now, my logic and rationale told me that even if I can probably produce decent documentary articles which would pass the language exams comfortably, I had never been any good in creating imaginative stories. (Not that I haven't tried!) But the mind is very vulnerable and weak against feelings of being praised (sometime 'seeing' praise even when there is none!) and in thoughts of doing something great where you never have accomplished.

So - out of simple 'bar khaoa' (lacking of proper English substitute, I'm resorting to this Bengali term) - both from myself and from the other person, I set myself upon this daunting task of conjuring up such a piece. Without further ado, I'll just paste below what resulted, and leave to the readers to conclude how devastating effects of undeserving praises, can be and how silly can it make one appear!!

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The sun was setting along the Princep-Ghat of Kolkata, but it was just rising in the lives of two young man and woman walking along the path alongside the river. In their late twenties, they were just blossoming into the realm of sweet romance like fresh rose buds. (Red rose, for the more inquisitive!) What a sight did they make - the two walking side by side, with a red heart-shaped balloon in their hands - only those who beheld would understand. The ardent Romeo, dressed in red shiny pants and white high-collared shirts with two thin red stripes running down the chest, bore in his lips what he was sure to be a thousand watt smile. Our dear Juliet was dressed in a fluorescent pink saree and blood-red blouse, looked as intriguing and daring.

Each bore in his and her hand a big red heart-shaped balloon flying high and proudly soaring up into the sky, symbolising their new-found eternal love, rooted firmly in their hands, yet soaring up to great heights. On their way, a small child of about 4 years, by some mischievous plot of fate, had by chance taken a liking to those large balloons and even had the ill-bred audacity to ask for those. But of course, not to be swayed by such negative diversions, our beguiling pair had moved on even without sparing a glance for the ill-bred nuisance. Each had bought the other the balloon they carried, and had written the name of the loved one on the balloon before handing it over. But they had made a little mistake - I'm sure in the height of passion - such that ultimately each bore in his/her hand the balloon given by the other person which resulted in each carrying the balloon of his/her own name. But such small inconsequential follies are surely to be overlooked in the height and display of such passionate moments.

Such was the understanding among the two, that no one ever heard a single word being uttered. They kept walking, looking up to their balloons in a dazed way, (their necks must have ached, I'm sure, but they had the pleasure of absorbing this small pain for the sake of their love), and in intervals of about 30 seconds, they would look down to each other, smile to each other, and flutter their eyelashes at the exact same time with a synchronisation that would baffle the physicists and which - my reader - is only possible from the love they shared for each other.

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Phew!! That was it!! The first few sentences might be passable (or at least I flatter myself by thinking so), but the later portions.... well, who cares!!

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

I'm Orkutting these days.....

It has been some day since I last wrote, and now I write just for the sake of putting some stuff over my last post, which reads miserable now (honestly). Hope this does not end up like that.

The first thing I must put down today is that I came across this message in Orkut informing me of the founder of orkut.com, and how each action (scrapping, adding friend, viewing profile) etc that we do in Orkut gives him more $$!! Anyways, this guy is Orkut Buyukkokten from Stanford University. He created this social networking site - which probably later came to be endorsed by google. (I use 'probably' since I'm not sure how and where google came into the scene.) I'm already his fan (not literally in orkut though - you must be a friend to be a 'fan' there) and he is an icon for me. The link to his profile: http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=325082930226142255 (Of course - you must be signed in to orkut to view.)

Just out of interest, I made some searches on communities - and found a community of 'Gone With The Wind' there. Made a few posts about favourite scene and character. Also became a member of a "William Somerset Maugham" community. And two other communities too. Orkut has definitely caught me - for the time being at least.

All these using the time I should have been working on my office works. And all these too when my internet bandwidth should be wasted no more - judging from my last month's bill. But I'll never learn when it comes to myself, will I?