National Academy For Moral Development

One day, I was so angry, that I left home, swearing not to return, till I became a big guy. Parents, who can't even buy me a Bike, have no rights to dream to make me an Engineer. In my fit of anger, I didn't even realise that I was wearing my father's Shoes. I even stole his wallet, which had some papers, torn as well, which my mother won't seen... While, I was rushing on foot towards the bus station, I realised some prickly pain in my foot. I also felt dampness inside the shoe. That is when I realised the shoe had a hole underneath. There were no buses around. Not knowing what to do, I started to look in my Dad's wallet. I found a loan receipt of Rs. 40,000, which he taken from his office. A laptop bill (he had bought for me). To my utter shock, also found a letter from his manager to wear a neat looking shoes, henceforth to the office. I remembered my mother pestering him to buy a pair of new shoes, but he would convince her that his shoes would last another six...

Below write up is from colloquium event poster by professor Janaki Nair. Its theme is written at this blog's  header. To what extent has the school classroom been witness to, or the site of, some of the most important churning in Indian democracy over the last four decades, a time before elementary education was made compulsory? A wide range of recent writings by Dalits, women and members of other oppressed sections of Indian society have allowed us a glimpse of the systematic and violent ways in which generations of Indians had been denied the most basic of rights. Even more revealing are the ambiguous results of the gradual participation of such marginalized groups in the process of education, which has generated new desires and fears, experiences of liberation and humiliation. Perhaps the longest standing expectation of education, since the colonial period, has been its function as a gateway to a job. Again, a very particular colonial inheritance has been the expectation o...

A King with a defect in one eye and in one leg asked all the painters to draw a beautiful portrait of his...! But no one was ready to draw, as how to show him beautiful with a defect in one eye & a defect in a leg. One painter however agreed and draw a classic one. It was such a FANTASTIC painting that every one was surprised. He painted the King aiming for a deer in a hunt, targeting with one eye closed & a leg bent for it Why can't we all paint others like this, "hiding their weakness" & "highlighting their strengths May we learn to hide other's weakness & bring their virtues to light. Source: whatsapp message