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Questionless Answers: Textual Psycho-Analysis of Post-Ideological Age

Why do we desire to be on top in the presettled hierarchical dreams, enlisted through arbitrary pick and choose among the Universities across the Globe? To be unique, is rather something which is disqualified from the very standard vision of University. India has of course not a single University of Euro-centric standard, such a questioning is a wrong question to raise. Any such a question should be reformulated while taking Indian lives into meticulous consideration. And for that matter, the divorce  of imagination from the globalisation of questions is required? I mean, why do we ask standard questions? Where is a one time question without repitition, encompassing something which is "no standard" from the globalization point of view. Scholars in a post-ideological world have all the answers without an authentic question to raise. It is something like we adjust our questions as per our settled answers. In sense, answers have replaced the very place of questions. And questions which ought to have been raised are repressed through regimented story-telling, which is integral to all feel-good story telling, inherently conceived in the systems of education across the Globe. Here ideology of dreams work in form of projecting and shoping the very dreams of future. Interestingly, present is always a compromised time amidst transionary junction of past and future. Our questions revolve around the historical nostalgia and a utopian time to come, in that sense, present hangs to recover its own identity, its own presence. 

Asking any such question vis-a-vis ranking is like running after a narrative, generated in a pre-dominant mode of production to formalise the very definition of what it means as education. It's better to be dreamless, I expect, than sharing a dream with someone who has directed a dream for us. India for me needs better citizens, and then the better institutions will follow the path of progress and elevation.

Nalanda or Harvard moment is away from our present for which we couldn't regret for a single moment. After all, degeneration is quintessential for a new future to come. Every such glory and downfall become a part of our destiny and destination. It's better to be silent when an art of questioning is still to be acquired.

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