This is an archive article published on February 26, 2024
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Sanjay Srivastava writes: Byju’s fall and the failure of fast-food education

The salve for anxieties regarding uncertain futures cannot be found in decrepit, quick-fix and technocratic attitudes towards education

Public commentary on the Byju’s phenomenon continues to be in the languages of good and bad corporate management, imagining education as a packet of chips that has proved unpopular because the promoters forgot to add the right kind of masala mix. (Reuters file)Public commentary on the Byju’s phenomenon continues to be in the languages of good and bad corporate management, imagining education as a packet of chips that has proved unpopular because the promoters forgot to add the right kind of masala mix. (Reuters file)
Written by: Sanjay Srivastava
6 min readFeb 29, 2024 08:49 PM IST First published on: Feb 26, 2024 at 03:52 PM IST

There is an episode in Kashinath Singh’s fictionalised Hindi language memoir, Kashi Ka Assi (2004), that goes something like this. It is 1953 and the author has recently arrived in Kashi, having left his village. The young Kashinath has high hopes that the city will be a site of enlightenment and deliverance from the debilitations of rural existence, marked by the dead hand of custom and the economic and cultural dead ends that smother aspirations. Kashinath is staying with an elder brother, another supplicant for the city’s imagined capacities for improving blighted lives.

The brother suggests that the first step to secure an alternative future lies in acquiring expertise in the English language and offers an immediate lesson. The teacher leads the pupil to the banks of the Ganges and, facing a peepal tree, orders attentiveness. Standing a little distance away — “to attention” — the brother addresses the tree: “What is your name?” Then, moving closer to the tree, he responds: “Sir, my name is Ramji Singh”. He then moves even further away and asks the tree: “What is your father’s name?” and, then, moving closer to it, answers, “Sir, my father’s name is Sri Nagar Singh”. The self-appointed mentor repeats his actions till he is exhausted and drenched in sweat. He orders young Kashinath to repeat the exercise. “The truth to tell”, the perplexed narrator of the tale notes, “I didn’t learn any English but understood that there is some connection between knowledge and perspiration”.

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