The other day, a former Vice Chancellor of a South Indian University was narrating to me an incident that led her to question the very purpose of education.
The lady Vice Chancellor in question was awaiting her domestic flight in the lounge of an airport. Sitting behind her sofa was an ‘Indian blonde’ donning a thigh grabbing jeans and a navel exposing T-shirt.
Though the room was air-conditioned, people were beginning to fidget. To distract oneself from the imposed boredom, they were pouring over the magazines and newspapers sprawled over the teapoy.
The former Vice Chancellor accustomed to such wait, secretly engaged in her hobby of observing travelling folks. Then from the back she heard the voice of the jeans attired blonde: “Hey, get me that magazine” (referring to the one on the teapoy in front of the former Vice Chancellor). For a second she was dumbfounded at the arrogant way in which the blonde asked for the magazine. She kept asking herself why the blonde forgot to add a simple ‘please’ to her demand for the magazine.
Later, when I met her she asked me …are we educating our youngsters properly?
Note : The reference to the attire and the journey by plane is to remind non-Indian readers that the ‘blonde’ in every possibility is a progeny of the ‘odious rich’ of India.
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