Two days of hope and inspiration

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has— anthropologist Margaret Mead  (1901-78) -Dr. Neeraja Raghavan In two days I met a host of people. in my mind’s eye, I saw the railway guard blow his whistle and wave the green flag: and wondered how his daughter was faring in college. The rustic young lady from rural Karnataka impressed me less with her fluent English and more with her ardent desire to return to her village after postgraduation, to contribute to its well-being, and be with her parents. The young boy from Mizoram warmed my heart as he related his travails and spoke of his admiration for Irom Sharmila. I marveled at how much this young lad had to deal with in such a short span of time. And how free he seemed to be of any bitterness! The sophisticated young girl from urban Maharashtra was disarmingly honest in her admission of not having seen “the real India” and wanting to do as her aunt had suggested, i.e. work in the development sector. The middle-aged man working in the income tax department showed me the very real possibility of a person like him making a career switch by doing a postgraduate degree at this late stage taking voluntary retirement from his job, and doing something more fulfilling for the remaining years of his life. The fresh 20-year-old girl from rural Andhra Pradesh also moved me with her belief in “the innate goodness in every human being”, while a radiant young lady from Manipur inspired me with her story of living in a hostel from class IV, “because we don’t have good schools back home”. And yet, she affirmed, people are wonderful in Manipur, “because they always help each other out”. A young boy from Sirsi mixed Kannada and English as he spoke of meaningless development which ignores the uniqueness of each state of the Indian Union. “We should preserve our diversity, and develop keeping that intact,” he said speaking in Kannada. Well, you may wonder, did I whiz around the country in an aircraft to visit all these people in just two days? No, I was privileged to have them all visit me. I merely talked with them. Interviewed them, to be more exact. These idealistic people were just a small sample of the many candidates who turned up for an interview for enrolment in the two-year MA education and development programmes of the Azim Premji University, Bangalore. Moreover, a 38-year-old lady from a well-known IT company surprised us with her determined conduction of annual summer camps for children to help them connect Indian mythology to their day-to-day lives. My stereotype of the crass, money-hungry IT professional came crashing down. The railway guard’s daughter proudly said she didn’t need to apply for a scholarship as “my father says he can bear the cost of my education”. And an urban IT professional who was making a mid-career switch confessed to needing a scholarship. With my inbuilt prejudices, both…