“Once there was a bird. It sang songs, but did not read the scriptures. It flew; it jumped, but did not have the faintest sense of etiquette. The King said, “Educate the bird. The King's nephew was given the responsibility of educating the bird. An exquisite golden cage was made where the education of the bird was to take place, which attracted many visitors. Teachers copied and recopied pages of books for the bird to swallow. At last when the education of the bird was over, the critics said that the bird has died while the nephew claimed that the bird’s education was complete.
The King asked, “Does it still jump?''
The nephew said, “God forbid.''
“Does it still fly?''
“No.''
“Does it sing any more?''
“No.''
“Does it scream if it doesn't get food?''
“No.''
The bird was brought. The King touched the bird. It neither opened its mouth nor uttered a word. All that he felt was the rustle of the pages from the books, stuffed inside its stomach, while the birds which did not attend the school were singing and dancing outside, heralding the arrival of the spring”.
While Tagore was defining the state of education imparted by the British education system a century back, it is unfortunate that we haven’t moved beyond that system, while today’s world need young children in school to be explorative.
I have had the privilege of visiting the rural schools of Bengal and have also had the opportunity to interact with students from all major metropolitan cites. As I walked into a school in Jalpaiguri district of Northern part of Bengal, one summer afternoon, I asked a young boy of class sixth to recite a poem. The boy smartly recited a famous poem by Tagore:
“Bahu din dhare bahu krosh doore
Bahu vyay kari bahu desh ghure
Dekhite giyechchi parvat-mala,
Dekhit giyechchi sindhu
Dekha hoy naai chakshu meliya
Ghar hote shudhu dui paa pheliya
Ek ti dhaner shisher upare
Ek ti shishir-bindu”
(I walked for miles for many days, spent time and money to see mountains, seas and oceans. I saw everything that was there to see. But I never stepped out of my own home to see a drop of dew swinging from the ear of a paddy.)
I turned around and asked “Can you show me, the dew drop on a paddy?” To which another boy unhesitantly replied “You cannot see it now. You can only see it on a winter morning.” I was impressed by the child’s ability to observe and learn from ground realities and was reminded of the differences between a wild bird and a caged bird from Tagore’s poem on two birds, translated by
Joy Forever.
“The wild bird sings sitting outside
All his jungle songs,
The caged bird speaks lines he was taught –
No match between their tongues.
The wild bird says, “Brother caged bird,
Sing some jungle songs please!”
The caged bird says, “Brother wild bird,
Let’s see you learn up these.”
The wild bird says, “No,
I don’t want songs that are taught.”
The caged bird says, “Alas,
Jungle songs I know not.”
Learning’s from life’s experience
We indeed need to focus on the teachers. The teachers must be trained to encourage the students in school to ask questions like a wild bird that sings its own songs, flaps its wings and jumps around. In the words of Rabindranath Tagore
“The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.”
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