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Conformity as Art of Education

Education is not meant to educate. This line of thinking is either too ahead of its time or too regressive. One may examine with curiosity why discipline is too important a virtue followed by educational institutions? If the purpose of discipline is virtue to be cultivated, what virtue it will bring in the character of a being, except conformity to a normalized value? Normalization is too important a goal for education that every scope of creativity is lost in following the tradition of mainstream. Why is it desirable to achieve uniformity in thinking, culture, and social relationship? If purpose is to make one single opinion as voice of truth, then, there is danger to create an echo-chamber of ideas. If purpose is to bring one way of life as authentic, in that case, multicultural beauty of existence appears to be at peril. I don't subscribe any value of nomological culture that there will be a law to live, or a pattern to behave. Assymetrical existence or uncertain pattern is as real as a desire or aspiration to be uniform. Immitation and migration of ideas are as natural as natural selection for existence. But to follow a path well-settled brings often precarious situation for those who follow it unconsciously. Copy-culture in writing is often visible everywhere. People talk more about plagiarism than the ideas one wants to convey, as if, following some formalities are enough to be a creator. The beauty of creature is its creativities, which don't come like a divine flash after conforming a well-established path. Is it true to say that a path is always a dangerous idea? Pathless wanderer makes a path of its own, but that way may not be suitable to any other fellow. A travelled path is dead. Path is always in transition. It can't be settled. Settlement is desired by those poor souls who are afraid of change. And when no settlement is ever reached upon, that desire remains as fantasy, engraved in the culture of education. Students are not a passive receivers of information. They are seekers of truth, beauty, and love. For they need to unlearn the basics of education prevalent hitherto and revamp a culture of living a "reflective-life". Reflective culture is almost impossible to achieve when conformity is elevated as value to achieve.

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