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Ever heard people rant about how they loved their school days, and if they\u2019d get a chance to go back in time, they\u2019d do it in a blink of an eye. Well, that is certainly not my case. I dreaded school, the very thought of school, even now, makes my stomach hurl \u2013 sickening, really.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And, to my plight, there was no escaping going to school, even when I begged, pleaded, whined, made puppy dog faces, cried and hid from my parents under the bed, under the kitchen table, behind the tree on the lawn, in the boot of the car \u2013 nothing. I had to be part of a mundane educational system that inspired zero creativity and imagination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This rudimentary system of education, which made sense in the early half of the 19th century, was made to cater to the industrial revolution. That\u2019s why your mommy and daddy wanted you to be either an engineer or doctor \u2013 so you could get a job, and that\u2019s why they frowned upon arts because there was no future there. Or at least that\u2019s what they thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The learning environment i.e. hierarchy of curriculum (science at top and arts at the bottom) and basic infrastructure never evolved with time, causing a conflict between the educational systems itself and the demands of the professional world \u2013 which no longer only consists of engineers and doctors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Simply put, technologies and opportunities, which were never heard of when we were kids (like Facebook, Google and other creative platforms i.e. mobile, graphic design and advertising) are fields, which have created a surplus demand for individuals which no educational system of today is prepared for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let\u2019s closely, for a moment, observe a typical day in school from my eyes. I\u2019ve gotten into the military suit (the god-forsaken uniform), strapped on a bag full of books which couldn\u2019t intrigue a flint of curiosity, a lunch box with my favourite \u2013 bread jam or Maggie, a thermos filled with ice-cold Roohafza (a sweet drink of survival).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There I am, in a class full of kids that are anxious for the teacher to walk in and put tiny stars on their faces \u2013 well, they did their homework. I, on the other hand, loathe the very thought of doing any homework. I guess it\u2019s the \u201cwork\u201d in-home that disheartened my kid-like spirits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A daydream ensued the moment the teacher opened her mouth. Physically, there was very little I could do about my situation, but mentally no one could control my imaginative and inquisitive nature. I spent all my time observing birds, trees, the endless blue sky (courtesy of big windows), the girls from the school next door (I went to an all-boys school), the way a teacher carried her\/himself, their character, the wood of my table, the smell of the concrete floors, the fan, the smell of chalk, the flee on my table and so on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Often, I\u2019d sit in class and wonder about the liberating life beyond the walls of my school. <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

How badly I wanted to escape the prison of pointless garble that came in the form of Maths, Science, History and the likes. I remained stoned-thick in the head. I didn\u2019t want to be educated by a bunch of nincompoops \u2013 nothing but rote learning. Teachers would thrash my behind, knuckles and palms (corporal punishment was allowed back then) but their attempts proved futile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Around exam time, I\u2019d get a double thrashing from home simply because I\u2019d pick up my bicycle and circled around town, again, observing people, things and why they were the way they were. The results of these activities proved quite fatal on my report cards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If I were to put it in simple words, my report cards were like a visit to the theme park and riding the rollercoaster meant only for kids above 25 years of age. Obviously, my parents used to get nightmares and forego sleep on the days when a parent-teacher meeting was called. We\u2019d park far away and leave before anybody could notice. In short, I was the cutest looking embarrassment (oh, come on, I used to have dimples and the whole puppy dog thing going for me).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anyhow, while other kids showed up on the day of the exam, chirpy and excited – huddled around each other, outscoring each other’s brain – I\u2019d stand peacefully to a side and think about all the things I was going to do once the exam was over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And, although, I was never prepared for an exam, my swagger was full of confidence. It used to take me exactly 2 minutes and 35 seconds to finish any exam \u2013 after all, how long does it take someone to write their name. On one such occasion, I ended up writing my best friend’s name. Imagine explaining that in front of my Principal, teacher and parents \u2013 this is when my mom gave me an exclusive thrashing of a lifetime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sadly for my parents, and to my luck, I was thrown out of a couple of schools. My dad must have had a tough time bringing up a retard like a kid. I bet he\u2019d pray to god, had he waited that day at work. In the corporate world, people hop from one company to another for money and \u201cchange\u201d, I did it because I failed according to the educational system, but also because I liked the idea of going someplace new.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At present, I run an advertising agency that is working closely with a client to set up an International boarding school, which proposes an International curriculum \u2013 an irony for the guy who hates the very idea of schools. But after three months of extensive research and learning, I\u2019ve learnt that the education sector is under a massive revolution\/overhaul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sir Ken Robinson, a world leader in the development of innovation, creativity and human resources talks about how education till now has only stressed the left side of the brain \u2013 creating only professors for school and how the current system of education kills creativity. See the video<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All these years, I had this repulsive fungus-like anger hidden in the far corners of my heart, buried deep, deep down, under a tank of revolt. But, to my surprise, my views of schools and the education system have all gone for a toss. I can finally sit back and look at education with a promising smile on my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the future, no longer the sciences and maths will be put on celestial podiums. There will be room made for the arts, not above or below, but as an equal. Right from the school building \u2013 the environment in which a child will learn, grow and imagine to liberating a child\u2019s true passion by nurturing his or her\u2019s true talent and creativity \u2013 the schools of tomorrow will teach kids to lead with curiosity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Read this on GQ INDIA<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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