Sunday, November 8, 2009

Undergrads in IISc starting 2011

The Indian Institute of Science (IISc) has announced that it shall start accepting undergraduates for admission to its four year Bachelor of Science program in 2011. The issue was under consideration for a couple of years until it was accepted by the committee responsible for it.

Tata Institute, as it is locally known, has always occupied a niche in higher learning in India. It caught the fancy of many European researchers when India was still a British colony and was spoken of in high regard in scientific circles. Morris Travers, the first director of the Institute, famously said," There is nothing like it in India, and nothing better in Great Britain". Over the years, the Institute has maintained its high standards of research and charted new research areas as well.

The question of introducing undergraduate learning was a quintessential one, given the possible advantages that could be enjoyed by the Institute and its students. The former would benefit from a continuous feed of science students for its Masters and Doctoral programs. The students, fortunate enough to study at IISc, would also enjoy a stimulating atmosphere surrounded by people breathing science.

Prof P Balaram, the current director of IISc, paid a visit to my Masters school - IIT Delhi, a few months ago. In his interview with CHEMCOS, the science magazine at IITD; he clearly mentions the conflicting opinions within the Institute about the idea of opening its gates for undergraduate classes.

It is interesting to hear this for a couple of reasons. One, IISc has always been a supporter of undergraduate learning in science. It offers scholarships like the Kishore Vaigyanik Protsahan Yojna (KVPY) and fellowships for summer research. Each year, hundreds of undergrads get a taste of research at the highest level and many go on to pursue careers in science. Therefore, the institute has been shaping young minds for decades. Secondly, any scientific endeavour requires a steady influx of young talent. The IISc is no exception. On many occasions, I have heard professors lamenting about the dampening of scientific enthusiasm among kinds across the planet. The best way to tackle this problem would be to start a serious undergrad program on its own campus.

One possible reason for the apprehension in IISc's approach could be the lack of qualified teachers and infrastructure. There is absolutely no doubt about the research capabilities of the Institute. However, undergraduate teaching is a completely different ball game. Most of the students have very little idea of what they have jumped into and they need proper guidance at this stage of their careers. A lot of adjustment is warranted on the part of researchers so as to address such issues. They are used to solving research problems and working with graduate stduents who are more serious about their work. Undergrads can be a differnet ball game altogether. Also, the existing infrastructure is only enough to keep the Institute up and running. An influx of undergrads would require huge investments.

The idea seems really lucrative and, on a personal note, I am eagerly looking forward to see how things shape up. I have always felt that a two year Masters program in chemistry and physics would have worked really well at IISc because the teaching and laboratory resources have for such courses are already present. If handled carefully, this program could work wonders for Indian science.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Special Post 1

In Feb 2008, I attended a course organized by the Art Of Living Foundation. Writing about the course and how it has changed me will require another long post. Here, my teacher writes about a school started by his efforts in a tribal village near Benares.

Both the writer and the cause make this the first special guest post on my blog.

The Birth of a Tribal School…

The true story of Rajesh Jagasia, an Art of Living volunteer in Benares, India

Many moons ago, it was yet another broiling day at school and I went to meet a professor of mine to acquaint him with the service projects of Art of Living on campus. He was completely in agreement with the vision and asked me to accompany him to a tribal village nearby.

I acceded to the request immediately, but little did I know that I had signed a bond of love for many years to come.

We fixed a Sunday evening, now four years ago, placed ourselves into a vintage Mahindra jeep and sped past beautiful paddy fields and ancient trees.

The terrain quickly changed from plain lands to thick forests, with armed men appearing. Totally unaware of the facts and figures then, I wondered why the government would spend so much money to have so many armed men posted in the middle of the forest. Despite the beauty of nature, such as flowers, trees, villagers eyeing our jeep and children frolicking, and even the fresh air, there was something which whispered the rancidity of life.

The path had become thinner but the bushes were getting thicker. The Jeep stopped at a village called Aurwan Tand in front of a small hut I began to wonder – Does human life exist here? I was introduced to a very feeble, scrawny woman who was the head of the village. My refreshments included water, rice water and some sliced onions to quench my appetite.

Still oblivious to the purpose of my visit, I ogled the village and surroundings. I was totally unaware of what I was getting into. The village with 100 families looked so beautiful and vibrant amidst thick trees, mountains and I, like an inquisitive bird warbling away, didn’t know that love at first sight had become a reality in my life!!

The entire government seemed to be suffering from collective laryngitis and a bold initiative was required to get a small town with three different tribes cured of their chronic problems. An abject failure of policies, leadership and projects had dehydrated this tribal land.

The children wanted to be naxalites [Communist extremists with violent tendencies, a serious threat to India’s stability], with 400 operative naxalites amidst them, whose needs prevailed over people around the villages. Water was a luxury and the inhabitants existed on onions and rice for life. They wept. They waited. They survived. I sat outside the hut and could not comprehend why thousands and thousands in taxpayer money would not reach here. The reason was they were unaware of their rights, unaware of democratic strength and unaware of the power of prayer.

This small village with many more around it seriously grieved. It was wounded. It wanted a rescue.

I immediately decided to act and do something amidst the busy traveling that I was scheduled to do for months. I wrote to Sri Sri, asking for guidance. Within minutes there was a reply as short and strong as possible. He replied “Start a school there.” His words were final for me. I knew there will be a new lease of life.

With spirited encouragement and Sri Sri’s blessings, I decided to take up a dilapidated school in the premises and reopen it with a new name and committed vivacity – Sri Sri Vidya Mandir.

Integrating an education system amongst the tribal people is a challenging and humungous task, as no one is educated, nor are they connected with the outside world, to know the laser effect of schooling. The school was quietly started with prayers and intentions, initially with no funds at hand, nor any students committed to learn.

The impetus that the children had in the beginning was mid-day meals, as many suffered from malnutrition. The delicious baked rice with lentils were never eaten by the children at school, however hungry and deserted their stomachs were. Instead they took it home to share it with their parents and younger siblings, so that they also could breathe for one more day. Live for today. There were many hunger deaths in that year in the village.

The school started. These three words are so easy to write now, but there were many commas, question marks, semi-colons and sometimes exclamatory marks but never a full-stop between these three dreamy words. These days there are classes which teach how to be a mother, how to tie a diaper etc, but my experience in running a school was like being a baby looking at three twin sisters, and deciding which is his real mother. The decisions had to be quick and correct, involving the village, the children, the society and the education system.

The village was riddled with Naxalism and just meters away the government had pumped in money to the tune of 100 crores [about 22 million dollars] to fight naxalism, cutting the branches of the problem not uprooting it. By contrast, to the peaceful and nourishing words, nature attunes itself and aligns itself. It happened. I saw it happening.

With two committed teachers who decided to dedicate years of their life for this school, the school re-commissioned. The children slowly and steadily gained interest in different subjects and we affiliated it to the National Open Schooling. Small girls and boys would wake up early morning and begin their journey, their destination some 4-5 km away, but the dedication was deep and intense, their faith tremendous.

The day would start with folded hands to convey gratitude, progress into the depths of science and floated upwards with spirited enthusiasm of football and volleyball. Within months the lives of 64 children were blossoming, induced with doses of maths, geography, science and history. They wanted more, and soon there were small Dhoni’s and Bhutia’s giving brief appearances of hitting a four or a penalty corner on the mountain terrains of Aurwan Tand.

The blue school dress provided uniformity amongst the different caste systems prevalent, the prayers injected faith. The studies established information, attitude, concepts as well as love, instilled survival, care and trust. This school with no electricity or water initially, became a symbol of the power of love and service that the society gifted to Aurwan Tand. They had dreamt. Now it was a reality.

Naxalism evaporated from this village, with many joining the mainstream. The water tap came to our doorstep. The armed guards took regular breaks in the evening over chai and biscuits and there has not been a single hunger death in over 4 years. Malnutrition melted away and we now have strong men and women on their way to success. Set amidst the forests, the people of this village carry innocence, grace and humility. To reach this insignificant village, one has to travel 90 km from Benares. If you can withdraw your attention from the scenic landscape long enough to know you have arrived, you might reach this tiny place.

While every single day proved to be a challenge to the core, the pillar of prosperity has been established and the sordid saga of this village and villages adjoining it has been lifted. There are many real characters who make this sentimental series into a funny movie, in retrospect. Shruti the principal, Ramavatar and Ramlal the teachers, Pavan, Anoop, Ruchi to name a few. They were determined. They were undeterred. They were patient. Love Prevailed.

--- Excerpted from the experience of Rajesh Jagasia

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Blanked out

These two words do a pretty good job of describing my state before I started writing this post. I am taking a small digression from the recent trend of writing about my experiences and, instead, will attempt to uncover a few issues that I read in an article (published in a leading Indian magazine a few years ago) a few moments ago. I strongly urge you to read this article before proceeding any further, so as to understand the points made by me.

The article starts rather promisingly, describing some general notions about IITians. For the uninitiated, IIT stands for the Indian Institute of Technology, a network of Engineering and Science Schools across India that seems to have gained substantial repute for the 'quality' of students churned out each year. The article then moves on to muse on whether the IITs have served the purpose with which Jawaharlal Nehru, the first Prime Minister of free India, envisioned these institutes. All seemed good and I thought I had come across a frank, sugar-free, no-holds-barred view on the ghettos of academic India.

What followed was a shocking self-contradictory diversion into a needless ego trip about how IITians are great and how everything about them is even greater. Passing an examination is equated with academic excellence, which makes me question the very meaning of learning that the honourable author seems to have committed to memory in high school. With colleagues as 'extraordinary' as the author claims he had, I am sure something went wrong later, given the nature of personalities romanticised.

There are simply too many instances to be taken apart and trashed. In fact, I am yet to catch hold of a better example of the narrow, ignorant viewpoints that I came across on multiple occasions during my student days at IIT. In the interest of space and time, I shall limit myself to a only a few more absurd statements made in the article.

IITians are proclaimed as being 'the chosen' ones. I am extremely interested in meeting the 'choosers'. Why did they choose what they chose, and what did they choose them for - tagging them away to farcicial lives, elevating them on the materialistic scale to seats of authority, voice and power (where such ludicrous articles could come from). IITians have also been said to graduate with 'tribal loyalties'. I am sure our respected tribals are better mannered, more cultured and have clearer perpectives in life. And what loyalties are being spoken about here, when cases of students littering their own campuses, cheating in examinations, and abusing faculty members are too many to be quoted.

The article concludes with shocking examples of immodesty, ignorance, pomposity and superiority complex.

It is unfortunate that such narrow minded views are expressed on a public forum. I can only hope that the IITians sharing similar views are a minority.


Thursday, October 29, 2009

Gandhi quote

'Be the change that you wish to see in the world' - Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi

One of his quotes that is really popular in the U.S.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Diwali dinner

I haven't written in quite a while and there is lots to tell. I hope to catch up in a couple of quick posts so that I don't end up writing a history text.

Our Diwali dinner turned out pretty well. The food rocked, courtesy Sankar (who is now the hottest single male in Madison, for obvious reasons!). The chhole and biryani was delicious and the masala for the dosa also came out pretty well. Sriram decided to add a bit of his own to the raita and Vinod finished up with the dosa, alongwith some eager participation by Rohit and Nikhil. With some chips, juice and Nikhil's yummy halwa to start off (and Raja's capsicum as well) you just don't get such dinners every evening.

Add to that, meeting twenty new people over a few hours, it was good fun altogether. Most of the janta was from the BITS-computer science gang, but there were a few lesser mortals as well. The news of the lip-smacking dinner rippled through Oak tree and we had people banging on the door, pleading to be let in (well, not quite, there was one friend who took the liberty, and rightfully so, of coming in for food and gossip). Chitra, one of our next-door neighbours, crooned her way into the dinner, and to me, that was one of the highlights of the evening.

Fruits and ice cream were the perfect finish to the dinner. Photos were clicked, phone numbers exchanged and people started to leave. Once everyone was gone, we cleaned up (and in pretty good time at that! nice to have four people around) and called it a day.

None of the usual celebrations that one would have in India, no fireworks (thankfully!), no getting up early morning for an oil bath, going to each others' homes with sweets and namkeen, none of the boxes and boxes of sweets, dry fruits, no electric lights, no Diwali mela... but a simple, nice first Diwali in Madison.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Vinod's birthday

Monday evening: Chole chaval, ice cream, donuts and chai (Tea in hindi) led to Vinod's twenty second birthday, his first outside India. The lead up to the day was really scary for the poor guy, he was terrorized by all of us of getting beaten to pulp. It turned out to be a bit of a whimper and he got away with just a couple of blows.

After some deliberation, we have settled for a weekend treat at a Mexican place. Before that comes Friday and Diwali dinner at home, followed by Saturday at the Indian graduate students association. About the dinner.. we started with making two columns of recipes, one that we knew to prepare and another that we wanted to eat, and sadly the two didn't meet at a single row. Having been humbled by this simple exercise, we have big plans of learning to cook some delicacies within three days.

More on that as things unfold and recipes are concocted. God bless the guinea pigs.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Nobel pursuits

The big story this week has been the Nobel (and patrticularly one more than the other Nobels). 'Ill-deserved,' 'but, what did he do to get it?', 'oh! this is just a recognition of the aims rather than achievements', 'the Peace Nobel has always had a political twist to it', 'the UN wanted to bring the two wars into focus'.... so on and so forth. These are just some of the comments I heard and overheard in the University.

My interests in all things Nobel started with chemists whom I read about in College. There was something novel about what they did and how they did it. And not just that, many Nobel winning works have also led to tangible results. I am not well read in Economics, but I don't think I would be straying far from the truth in saying that the theories and works of Nobel winning Economists have had far reaching effects on people. This should have been most true for the Peace Nobel.

People in India have always said that the Nobel missed Gandhiji. In fact, the Nobel committee did not give a Peace prize the year he died, citing the lack of a deserving candidate. A similar act here would have looked different and worth appreciation. People have often questioned as to why Gandhiji was overlooked for the prize. It has been suggested that he was only a nationalist, concerned with all things Indian, did not have a global impact, had not held any peace congresses, possessed fluctuating styles of work, went far deep into his principles of non violence and led an enormous mass of population, most of which had no clue of his ideology. If similar arguments would be applied in this year's prize, I don't see a single case being satisfied.

This issue aside, I admire the President for his earnest handling of issues and hope that he delivers the goods. It remains to be seen whether the prize does more harm than good to his image as a leader. This has definitely uncovered some of the issues any committee might consider while deciding an awardee.

News from home: An upcoming Diwali dinner with some friends. Really looking forward to some yummy food and meeting new people. Had a nice chat with Chasha, K Bhai and Saikat after a long time. Nothing like speaking to friends!

More later.