I was late to return from office. It’s the fact that no bus comes or stops here (because you are waiting!). Say to yourself – bad luck. A biker stopped and asked me whether I would like to join him. I winked and decided after a while to become passenger on his bike. Yes, he was my colleague once. Now he has his own business to look after. Chat started.
“Sir, is this your new uniform?” I said yes.
“The most disliking fact to me was the uniform. Arre… uniform to the teachers, students, office, peons, even to principals. Same benches, school bags, boards, cabins, chairs and furniture all around. Appears good and neat, but at what cost? Ridicules. Is it military or jail? It’s an educational institute sir! Education has colors, creativity, imagination and variety. Through education one is to evolve beyond boundaries. Here everybody has to breathe freeness, freedom and liberate illness. This is not factory of products wherein six sigma is achieved. We are dealing with tender minds. If these minds are not allowed to flower naturally, we are creating the disaster. Tell me any student or staff wishes to wear uniforms. Wearing uniform means obeying somebody’s rules. Rules mean opposition. Surviving opposition means death. Death means killing the curiosity, creativity, involvement, interactions, communication. What do you want to do with dead minds? What could be taught or learnt from dead minds to dead minds?
Freedom means everything in life, what else.
