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Every possible hope that retains in our thought for a moment or two just vanishes as soon as the chaotic character of our State arises. Nothing is certain in this land of beautiful Siroi Lily, handsome Sangai and the Godly Kangla Sha. Due to full of uncertainties, nothing can be predicted and planned about our life and future. The wind of change can happen at any time according to anybody’s wish and desire. Our Manipur is therefore susceptible to any kind of external influence and momentary pseudo-ideals.
If ours is called a life, a society and a system, then there must be coordination among the various inhabitants, a tie of humanity with a total sense of belonging and a strong feeling of patriotism. But do we observe all these things in our poor motherland Manipur? The Government is lacking the sense of service and its people are lacking the sense of co-operation. There is no source of inspiration in this land; therefore no one is so absorbed in doing anything good for this land and the people. Everyone in this paradise of the past seems to be existing just to wait for their last breath as every bud of their hopes is getting dried up. And now a question comes in mind that if this is the real paradise then let me test how worst is the real hell.
We seem as if we are suffering from an unknown social disease. The main causes of the disease may be due to half sponsored ideals infected to a numerous organisations having different names but of the same nature and the family, the scattered thoughts which are not connected in time due to personal egoism and self promoting nature among the so called learned intellectuals, the dullness that has been created in those tender hyper-sensitive youths due to various social irregularities and chaotic phenomena etc. In this social disease, half-filled vessels play the role of the masterminds and the unfilled ones act as the role of social warriors. And those who know and see the world so clearly are crying and laughing at this play in which all the scenes are not interwoven properly and without a climax the play will be interrupted.
Just to look at one of the symptoms of our social disease is the talk of "Quality Education". In the name of this very term a common syllabus has been installed for every school, good or bad school, to follow. And today we have seen those textbooks and how effective those printed textbooks would be, is understood by everyone who has read them. Many mistakes are coming up like flood and at the very sight of those texts; many of the foresighted parents have turned their wards away from the State Board and admitted in the CBSE Board. The future of our students is pre-determined by these textbooks. It is my human appeal to every educationist of our State that first let us has a thorough knowledge of our necessity, procure those effective means of obtaining it and then implement it effectively for an effective result. Otherwise our "Quality Education" would be Mohammed Bin Tughlaq’s policy.
To go further in this matter, have we realized the fact that our school teachers have the sufficient knowledge to teach the students? What proper measures have been taken up for them? What shall we do for those inefficient teachers for the good cause of ‘Quality Maintained Education’? Do we have the guts to terminate them or change their post from the teaching faculty to other jobs suited with their mentality? And if we cannot screen out those teachers who have been wrongly chosen for the most difficult job of teaching, then what is the use of having a good syllabus, shouting at the top of our voice, as no Quality Maintained Education could be achieved without the good, effective and able teachers.
No doubt, the role of a teacher is not a joke. The teachers play the greatest role in the society. They are the real architects of the Nation. They may lead the society in any direction. They are the real creators of those scientists, doctors, engineers, professors, politicians, revolutionaries, terrorists and all the angels and the devils of the society, who are collectively responsible for both the construction and the deterioration of the Nation. For every good behavior of the society and also for every bad impact of the society, they are to be respectively praised and criticized. Now in the US the educational experts are investigating about the type of education obtained by the father Bush and the son Bush as a sense of war thirst is observed in them. Similarly why can’t we investigate about our own educational problems which always lead to the production of more hypocritical politicians, highly corrupted bureaucrats, notorious policemen, many groups of insurgent outfits, and many organisations to play the same role in the society, many pseudo-teachers imparting the pseudo-knowledge in the schools and the colleges etc?
We might have investigated and obtained the result but are we trying to expose all those factors responsible for various social illnesses. Don’t we hide many factors out of fear or temptation which are the major causes of the social disease?
In these regards, the Government will hide the faults of the administrators and the student unions will hide the faults of the students. This phenomenon has become an open secret and the only means of communication between the corrupted father and the corrupted sons comes out in the form of bandhs, strikes and other various nuisances which again disturb the flow of "Quality Education".
A home must be a paradise. It must be full of hopes and full of humanity so that one must feel the thirst of living in it. It must be owned by the angels and served by the angels. Then only, one will be proud of owning such a home and will always feel that how true is the saying "Home Sweet Home".
Some years ago my sister was always insisting our parents to allow her to enjoy her summer break in our motherland the little paradise, the Switzerland of India, the garden of Siroi Lily, the home of Sangai, the land where the brave event of the Nupi Lan occurred. But today she doesn’t want to come back home even for a week. When being asked the reason why she is doing so, she says that her Manipur, our Manipur is not a place where anyone can live with hope and ambition and that she is suffocating to think of it. Though I do not understand what she really means to say, her innocent words ached my head, burnt my body and burst out all my senses. The moment I heard those words, a new feeling of pain was felt deep in my heart. I was nearly crying to think of my future here in this motherland of ours. Are we nearer to Doom’s Day?
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