Skip to main content

Living Fully

AI-generated illustration


John Henry Newman [known more popularly as Cardinal Newman and the author of the famous hymn Lead Kindly Light] said, “Fear not that your life shall come to an end, rather fear that it will never have beginning.”

Too many people don’t live at all, or live very incomplete lives. They exist, not live. Psychologists tell us that most of us make use of a tiny fraction of our potential, as little as 10%. What happens to the remaining 90% of our potential? It is wasted. It’s just not discovered!

There is no limit to our potential. Our brain can continue to grow and change for our entire lives. For all the tremendous progress that mankind has been making over centuries, the bare truth is that it is all made by a few individuals who put their potential to good use. A huge chunk of the human population has only been the beneficiaries of the achievements made by the tiny minority. The saddest fact is that the majority who make little contribution to the progress of the race do not even care to think for themselves. They accept not only the benefits of others’ works but also the truths given by others.

What made me think like this are the answer sheets of my students. I am assessing them these days. My students are all at least 17 years old. Some are 18. But the articles and the letters to the editor that they have written belong to a 12-year-old. I did some investigation and found out that these students don’t read anything outside the textbooks. They don’t even read the daily newspaper that they get free in each classroom. All the information they possess seems to come from social media.

I tried time and again to provoke some of my students into thinking for themselves using different strategies. Nothing worked. They just don’t seem to care about anything except the scores in the exams. The situation wasn’t as bad until a few years back. Post-Covid, some mutation seems to have taken place in the young brains.

There may be many reasons for this. One is the affluence of the parents, I understand. Unlike earlier, now people are quite well off. They can afford to provide many luxuries to their children. Too much comfort is a hazard for the growth and development of children, I think. My experience convinces me of that.

Each one of us has a vision of reality that controls everything else about our life. What if that vision is flawed? What if that vision ends at the tip of one’s own nose?

That is what the situation is in today’s schools. I spoke to quite a few teachers about this and they confirm it. If you correct a student, he will accuse you of ‘insulting’ him. The other day I told a girl student of mine in the class that she could greet her teachers when she met them in the morning. I had noticed that she and many others never did that. So I thought of pointing it out in a very amicable and even humorous way in the class. It was meant for the entire class. But I chose the particular girl as an example for certain obvious reasons. The girl followed me after the class and asked me bluntly, “How dare you insult me in the class?” I was stunned. I offered to apologise to her in front of the class. She didn’t want that, of course.

I succeeded in convincing her of my noble intention. She is a good friend of mine now. That’s a good turn of the tide.

But the point is that there is too much ego-centrism in the youth I deal with now. That’s why I think they need to change their vision of themselves, their reality. Personal growth demands a broader and deeper vision.

Now a confession: I was a terrible egomaniac myself when young. So I’m not surprised when my student feels threatened by a simple disapproval.

Let me end this with a paraphrased version of Cardinal Newman’s prayer:

I loved to choose and see my path; but now

I need another vision.

I need light to show me a new beginning.

Comments

  1. It's a sad truth. The new generation is very self centred. We experienced the same in office wherein the young crop of "professionals" was so wrapped up in themselves they could not care less for their seniors. Their vision was also limited to their discipline and department. A holistic view of organisational functioning was completely lacking. We feared that these myopic youngsters will be leading the organisation in future.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Maybe they will learn as they grow up. I hope so. Otherwise life will teach them.

      Delete
  2. Hari Om
    The British government has made moves to ban the use of mobile phones in our schools... Whether that bill will ever get through is yet to be revealed... YAM xx

    ReplyDelete
  3. Life in a virtual world has taken over.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. True. Too many youngsters seem to losing touch with reality.

      Delete
  4. Oh yes, the young believe the world revolves around them. They can grow out of this. They can learn to be different. But someone has to show them this before they get there. They probably won't figure it out for themselves.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Even if you show, quite many seem unwilling to see it. They think they know better. The teacher's job is unenviably hard now.

      Delete
  5. Certainly, as times change, the energy and potential of the new future generation will continue to increase like an avalanche. Because there are so many things that they have and can benefit from in the world now. The point is to be able to use it correctly. For this, they need to be well-directed.

    ReplyDelete
  6. This comment has been removed by the author.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Adventures of Toto as a comic strip

  'The Adventures of Toto' is an amusing story by Ruskin Bond. It is prescribed as a lesson in CBSE's English course for class 9. Maggie asked her students to do a project on some of the lessons and Femi George's work is what I would like to present here. Femi converted the story into a beautiful comic strip. Her work will speak for itself and let me present it below.  Femi George Student of Carmel Public School, Vazhakulam, Kerala Similar post: The Little Girl

Bihar Election

Satish Acharya's Cartoon on how votes were bought in Bihar My wife has been stripped of her voting rights in the revised electoral roll. She has always been a conscientious voter unlike me. I refused to vote in the last Lok Sabha election though I stood outside the polling booth for Maggie to perform what she claimed was her duty as a citizen. The irony now is that she, the dutiful citizen, has been stripped of the right, while I, the ostensible renegade gets the right that I don’t care for. Since the Booth Level Officer [BLO] was my neighbour, he went out of his way to ring up some higher officer, sitting in my house, to enquire about Maggie’s exclusion. As a result, I was given the assurance that he, the BLO, would do whatever was in his power to get my wife her voting right. More than the voting right, what really bothered me was whether the Modi government was going to strip my wife of her Indian citizenship. Anything is possible in Modi’s India: Modi hai to Mumkin hai .   ...

Nehru’s Secularism

Jawaharlal Nehru, India’s first Prime Minister, and Narendra Modi, the present one, are diametrically opposite to each other. Take any parameter, from boorishness to sophistication or religious views, and these two men would remain poles apart. Is it Nehru’s towering presence in history that intimidates Modi into hurling ceaseless allegations against him? Today, 14 Nov, is Nehru’s birth anniversary and Modi’s tweet was uncharacteristically terse. It said, “Tributes to former Prime Minister, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru Ji on the occasion of his birth anniversary.” Somebody posted a trenchant cartoon in the comments section.  Nehru had his flaws, no doubt. He was as human as Modi. But what made him a giant while Modi remains a dwarf – as in the cartoon above – is the way they viewed human beings. For Nehru, all human beings mattered, irrespective of their caste, creed, language, etc. His concept of secularism stands a billion notches above Modi’s Hindutva-nationalism. Nehru’s ide...

The Art of Subjugation: A Case Study

Two Pulaya women, 1926 [Courtesy Mathrubhumi ] The Pulaya and Paraya communities were the original landowners in Kerala until the Brahmins arrived from the North with their religion and gods. They did not own the land individually; the lands belonged to the tribes. Then in the 8 th – 10 th centuries CE, the Brahmins known as Namboothiris in Kerala arrived and deceived the Pulayas and Parayas lock, stock, and barrel. With the help of religion. The Namboothiris proclaimed themselves the custodians of all wealth by divine mandate. They possessed the Vedic and Sanskrit mantras and tantras to prove their claims. The aboriginal people of Kerala couldn’t make head or tail of concepts such as Brahmadeya (land donated to Brahmins becoming sacred land) or Manu’s injunctions such as: “Land given to a Brahmin should never be taken back” [8.410] or “A king who confiscates land from Brahmins incurs sin” [8.394]. The Brahmins came, claimed certain powers given by the gods, and started exploi...

The Little Girl

The Little Girl is a short story by Katherine Mansfield given in the class 9 English course of NCERT. Maggie gave an assignment to her students based on the story and one of her students, Athena Baby Sabu, presented a brilliant job. She converted the story into a delightful comic strip. Mansfield tells the story of Kezia who is the eponymous little girl. Kezia is scared of her father who wields a lot of control on the entire family. She is punished severely for an unwitting mistake which makes her even more scared of her father. Her grandmother is fond of her and is her emotional succour. The grandmother is away from home one day with Kezia's mother who is hospitalised. Kezia gets her usual nightmare and is terrified. There is no one at home to console her except her father from whom she does not expect any consolation. But the father rises to the occasion and lets the little girl sleep beside him that night. She rests her head on her father's chest and can feel his heart...