The cult of education

Sun, 24 Jan 2021 02:21:48 +0000

In 2007, as a sixteen-year-old, I left home to get coached for a college entrance exam. I am bravely presuming that most of you reading this article did the same. As an obedient teenager, I moved to a new city, lived with random strangers, enrolled in a high school, but most importantly, got into a coaching institute – a shiny false ceiling building with no power outages and way too many lights. The teachers didn’t have names, just abbreviations, first their subject (P, C or M), followed by the initial of the first and last name. (My chemistry teacher was named CCP, which seems like an appropriate name now). And in all their glory were regarded as the reincarnations of gods. Well, not all of them; they had their ranks like the army.