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Engineered Enlightenment

By Varenya Shekhar


I wish to meet the mastermind who devised the idea of this confined space where a cluster of curious souls are randomly allotted some box with two windows they call a classroom. It is allegedly meant to nurture each individual child, yet I fail to understand how that is possible when they’re all being treated the same. They are assigned roll numbers by which they are called, and restricted to a monotonous schedule designed by a group of authoritarians deciding when they walk, talk, eat, or even use the washroom. ‘Scholars’ who don’t even understand them or know how to teach solely enter, passively lecture, and leave. There is no point of their degree when they cannot execute a plain obligation properly. Condensed, their ‘world-changing’ institution is one that that subjects each child to working for them, doing the same as everyone, regardless of their potential or capabilities, reduced to a machine which mass-produces obedience, not leadership. 


By Varenya Shekhar


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