Sunday, 25 July 2021

A high scorer in Class 10 Board exams in WB can't read his own results written in English


That's the state of education in West Bengal, thanks to 34 yrs of Left rule followed by 10 yrs of TMChii rule. Class 10 (Madhyamik) exams were not held in 2021 because of the 2nd wave of Covid-19. The results based on internal assessment by a student's own school were declared in July 2021. The success rate was 100%. 
Teachers were directed to shower marks. So much so that almost 90 students scored 497 out of 500. 


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Engineering graduates applied for temporary job of 'doms' in July 2021 at NRS Medical College in Kolkata


Over 100 full fledged engineering graduates applied for temporary job of 6 'doms' advertised by NRS Medical College in Kolkata in July 2021. The monthly pay would be about ₹15,000 only. 

The minimum eligibility requirements was a Class 8 pass. The total number of applicants were way above 8000 out of which 2500+ were graduates and post graduates. 

For the uninitiated, 'doms' are assistants who ferry the dead bodies from one place to another in hospitals. They are the ones who pack the dead and mutilated bodies in plastic bodies after post mortem and haul those to morgues before handing tose over to relatives of the deceased. 

This should give an idea to Indians across the world of the actual employment scenario in West Bengal after 34 years of Left rule and a further 10 years of TMChii rule. 
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Thursday, 1 July 2021

Uniquely architectured school in Jaisalmer


An uniquely architectured school in Jaisalmer, Rajasthan. 
Very inspirational. 



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Tuesday, 8 June 2021

Dumbos of India


Even these yuppy dumbos will get to 'buy' a B.Tech, BCA, BMS, MBA, MMS, or PGDM from one of the surviving 5500 odd (as in 2021) Ghanta Institutes of Technology and Management or one of the Ugly Unprofessional Universities spread across India and owned by some Vidayak goon or a builder or a Mantriji or even a typist who once upon a time sat on a rickety chair under a tree in Durgapur. 
The only admission criteria to courses is the visible bulge in the pocket of the father/ guardian accompanying these duffers. 
While forking out a whopping amount spread over 2, 3 or 4 years, the parents will keep screaming to all and sundry that their wards were so good in studies that they secured their admissions through some Joint Entrance Exam or Management Aptitude Test. However, the parents will not reveal to others that the rank of their ward was a pathetic 1,19,924 out of the 1,20,217 who appeared for the 'competitive exam'. They will be careful not to utter that their ward's classroom remained 53.89% empty after the admission process got over only 9 days prior to the commencement of 1st semester exams because there were no takers for the seats that were open for grabs. 
While in college the newgen dumbos would invariably flunk in few of the semester exams. However, by the end of their final semester, viz. 8th, 6th or 4th semester (as applicable) all will pass. 
For 18 - 24 months before the end of their final semester exams, they will be groomed by some pot-bellied soft skills trainer who would come to class some 30 minutes late on certain days because he would often go to some pathological lab to 'taste' his urine! 
The professionally 'qualified uneducated' dumbos will also get hired in 'tonnes' from each of the colleges pan-India by some much sought after Kaddu Consultancy Services Ltd, Baigan Technologies Ltd, Bigfart Infotech Ltd or a start-up named Drive to Kill. 
The most frequently uttered word (non-existent in lexicons) in professional colleges/ universities by students, directors and faculties is 'campussing'. 
If asked the names of FMCG/ FMCD companies which have shown interest in turning up for 'campussing' the face they make is like, 'who on earth joins a company to sell cookies or beauty soap or grease for automotive bearings out there in the heat in Sitamarhi or Jhunjhunu or Batlagundu?'  The @$$es who can't differentiate between the a$$ and the elbow will give anyone a meaningless lecture on new age selling via artificial intelligence, social media and what not. 
Give or take 2 - 3 years. The same guys who would be 25 - 27 yrs of age by then will buy their fancy bikes and cars with or without 5* NCAP ratings and ridicule others who supposedly move around in 'tin cans' because their own moms possibly reached hospital riding a Hummer to give birth to those pigs 🐷. 
Within another 6 - 18 months they will post a status update on social media with their car upside down. Irrespective of whichever brand they managed to wreck, they will never fail to quip that thanks to the build quality of XYZ brand they came out with all limbs intact and still alive and far*ing to their heart's glory! They will say that they couldn't 'break' in time. If I point it out to the idiots that it's 'brake' and not 'break', they will quip in their Amrikan accent, 'what the fu**, are you there to deliver a lecture in English?'
Btw, I forgot to mention that other than a live-in relationship or sleeping with a colleague's spouse on the sly which is considered to be the in thing, in spite of being Hindus, they will keep posting anti-Hindu and anti-Indian/ anti-Indian/ anti-Modi rhetorics which are considered very fashionable ever since 2014 😡 
Unfortunately, their soft skills trainer and college Directors knowingly or unknowingly forgot to tell them about a phrase '40 and nowhere to go'. More on that in some later post of mine. 
Caution: The 2005 - 2006 pass out batch and the subsequent batches will have reality staring at them 2024 - 25 onwards! Nothing on earth can stop that and I personally earnestly want it to strike them in the harshest form! 
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Tuesday, 8 September 2020

Saturday, 15 August 2020

Inspirational journey of a Tribal boy, Dr. Rajendra Bharud

 

A truly inspirational journey of a Tribal boy. May your tribe grow!


On India's 74th Independence Day, motivate yourself with this inspiring story of human grit...

"Hi, I am Dr. Rajendra Bharud. I was born in Samode Village in Sakri Taluka. A Bhil tribal. My father had passed away before I was born and there was no man of the house, so to speak. We were steeped in poverty. There was no money even to take photographs and so till date I don't know how my father looked. No land, no property. We used to live in a hut made of sugarcane leaves. 

But Maay (mom) was made of sterner stuff and never sat brooding over our condition. She had two sons to take care of and so she started working towards that. 

She started making liquor from flowers and selling it. Men used to come to our hut and consume the liquor. She later told me that, as an infant, sometimes when I cried she used to give me a couple of drops of the same liquor so that I would sleep off. Cos it was business time and she didn't want to disturb the customers. As I grew up, I started running errands to get peanuts or such snacks for the customers. 

Maay was a determined woman and she ensured that both of us went to school. I used to go to the zilla parishad school and though I had no pens or books (no money to buy) I enjoyed studying. We were the first kids from our tribe/village to go to school and nobody gave education any importance. 

Once, during exams I was studying and a customer asked me to get him some peanuts and I bluntly refused. He laughed at me saying 'as if you are gonna be a doctor or engineer'. I was hurt. But Maay retorted telling him that I will. Maay's confidence gave me a certain will and determination to pursue studying and I decided to give it all I can. 

Later on I got admission for CBSE in another school, in Akkalkuva taluka, 150 kms away from our village and I had to move there for further studies. Maay had come to drop me and both of us cried a lot as she bid me goodbye when going back home. 

Being on my own was difficult but I realised that I should not waste this opportunity. That gave me more determination to make it good, made me study harder and that resulted in me getting 97% in 12th. I got admission in  Mumbai's G S Medical college on merit and received several scholarships. That took care of my education and hostel fees and Maay used to send me some money for my sundry expenses. She continued her liquor business as that was the only source of income for us.

As studies continued, I also decided to appear for UPSC exams and so in the final year of MBBS, I was studying for 2 exams even as my internship was on. As far as Maay was concerned, she knew I was studying to become a doctor. She had no idea about anything else. What is UPSC, or why one gives that exam, how it will help etc was all beyond her small world. I wanted to be a collector and she didn't know about even the local officials like a tehsildar.

Finally as the year ended, I had my MBBS degree in one hand and the results of having cracked the UPSC in the other hand. And as I came back home to our small village, quite a few important people had come to welcome me home. Political leaders, the district collector, local officials, all coming to congratulate me. Maay was non plussed and didn't understand what had happened. I told her that I had become a doctor. She was really happy. I also told her that I would not be practicing medicine as I had also become a Collector now. She didn't know what that was but realised that it was something big.  In fact none of the villagers realised what it meant. Though all of them were happy that 'our Raju' has become big and some even congratulated me for becoming a conductor!

I am now posted in Nandurbar district as a District Collector and Maay is now with me. There's a lot to do here as this is a fairly backward district with lots of adivasi and tribal population. And I look forward to building all the necessary infrastructure for their development. 

A lot many times I am asked as to how I reached here in spite of all the hurdles in my path. Right from childhood it was a struggle. Eating twice a day was a big deal. Our toys were mango seeds or sticks. Swimming in the river and climbing the hills was how we spent the childhood. That made me physically and mentally strong. Who was with me? My strength - my Maay. And the locals, who were all equally poor. They too went hungry like us, they too played the same games. So the concept of being poor never really touched me. 

Till I came to Mumbai for studies. The difference was stark. But I never envied the well off or cursed my luck. All I realised was that if my situation or condition had to change, I will have to do it myself. And I studied, excercised, studied. Yes, I missed a lot that normal kids or teenagers get in life, but I prefer to look at what I have got now. 

A Bhil tribal boy, Rajendra Bharud, an IAS officer at the age of 31, first from the tribe, my village, my area. Today I have everything that I could have dreamed of. 

And most importantly, after seeing me rise from the small village to this position has created an awareness among my people of what they can do or achieve. That itself is a huge reward."


Interviewed by: Madhuri Pethkar 

Copied from the wall of: Rajiv Tyagi 

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