Showing posts with label education. Show all posts
Showing posts with label education. Show all posts

Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Reflecting on the formula of life’s beauty

Last week, I found myself searching for a book a hostel mate had requested in the unlikeliest section of the library - the mathematics section.

As I browsed through titles looking for a certain book on 'Complex Analysis', my attention was diverted by a large book with a gaudy cover, which stood out from the strict-looking maths texts.

I removed the book Indra's Pearls: The Vision of Felix Klein with the intention of returning it to its proper shelf, which I supposed to be either design or theology.

It turned out the book was on mathematics after all and strangely it had me hooked from page one.

Maths was a subject I would have been good at if I hadn't found it boring. I remember getting a perfect 100 when I was in Grade 5, but as I grew older I rebelled against the idea of reducing my world to numbers.

I've always looked back on maths with regret, because it was one subject I tried very hard to love, but couldn't.

So, it was a little odd to see me sitting in the library completely absorbed in a book on mathematics.

I remember from my school days that the maths text was always the ugliest of the lot. Either the publishers found nothing pretty about numbers, or maths was too sacred a subject to be defiled by any crazy illustrations.

Indra's Pearls on the other hand had a charming cover of spheres reflecting each other and beautiful diagrams, especially the ones with a Mr Potato Head-like figure, that made exotic symmetrical shapes and other very interesting stuff.

I liked it even more when the authors acknowledged the fact that most people (me included) associated maths "with something akin to the more agonising forms of mediaeval torture".

The book calls itself a serious work on mathematics to be enjoyed by all. It begins with how important symmetry is in maths and in the world, such as in beautiful structures like the Taj Mahal, Mayan friezes and the wings of a butterfly.

Then it delves into what German mathematician Felix Klein conceived, that of symmetries in the brave new world that existed outside the patterns of what we call the 'real' world.

Technically, 'the non-Euclidean geometry' that was envisioned by him and his contemporaries was way too deep for me to fully comprehend.

However, the interesting thing about it is the parallel drawn to a Buddhist metaphor that formed the basis for the title.

According to the Hua-Yen Sutra (Flower Ornament Scripture), Indra, (a prominent deity in Buddhist and Hindu mythology) is said to have an infinite net of reflecting pearls.

Each pearl is reflected in all the other jewels, along with the reflections within each of them.

Therefore, the entire universe can be found in one pearl and also in each reflection in each pearl, thus to infinity.

The book also had a guide for computer programmers to follow when designing such symmetrical patterns. I couldn't help marvelling how East Asian Buddhism could take such an avatar in the computing age.

I never thought that there could be anything remotely beautiful about maths. This eye-opener of a book had historical anecdotes and even poetry that portrayed effectively the concept being introduced.

When I read the lucid way the book talked about Complex Numbers, I wished I had found it in Year 11, when I gave up on maths because I thought studying that was pointless.

The whole point of educating someone on a subject is to introduce them to certain truths and beauties of nature that they would have otherwise been blind to.

Education fails when it becomes boring and disconnected from real life.

I know I can't rewind the clock and embrace maths, but the least I can do now with the new enlightenment is to see that everything I learn is a little gem that has a life outside textbooks and a certain beauty of its own.

¥ Jennifer is a former Bahrain resident now studying in Mumbai. Her family still live here.

Copyright 2010 Al Hilal Publishing & Marketing Group

'Reflecting on the formula of life’s beauty',

Gulf Daily News, February 12, 2010, Jennifer Gnana


Friday, 3 February 2012

Tragedy of Stolen Childhoods...

Children are the best imitators, which makes them the most malleable, impressionable and vulnerable creatures on earth.

The truth really hit home when my brother bit off the end of a chili and rubbed it into his eyes, when he went shopping with my dad.

When he came home, Abhi's face had swollen and it took water, cold drinks and ice creams to pacify him.

My dad told me Abhi took his inspiration from watching me having pickled chillies at a Turkish restaurant the previous day and decided to try some.

Later that night, Abhi gave a little squeal of terror, turned towards me, mouthed "chilli went inside" pointing to his mouth and eyes and made a crying face.

That made me realise just how significant each of our actions is in the larger perspective.

Here in Mumbai, recent days have seen three youngsters, aged 11, 12 and 18 take their lives.

The first was 11-year-old Neha Sawant, who was a contestant in various reality dance shows.

Newspapers deliberated over whether her suicide was due to her parents pulling her out of dance shows to concentrate on studies, but this is disputed as it happened over a year ago.

I personally think that a girl as young as 10 should never have been allowed on a reality show, as that inevitably put her in an adult world where she must have had to face adult problems and pressures.

Whatever the reason for her suicide, it broke the heart of everyone who picked up the Mumbai Mirror on January 4, the front page of which featured a picture of her, barely taller than the guitar she held in her hand.

The following day a 12-year-old boy hanged himself in his school bathroom, apparently because he was afraid of facing his parents after failing four of the six subjects in his mid-semester exams.

The day after that, an 18-year-old girl also hanged herself, apparently for the same reason.

The Indian educational system is again under scrutiny for being very rigid, focusing more on the scoring of high marks rather than developing children's talents and skills.

The Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE), New Delhi, the board I studied under in Bahrain, recently announced that it would put an end to the board exams for Year 10 and 12 from 2011 and would evaluate students on their holistic performance throughout the year.

While this comes as a relief, it will make hardly any difference as only a small fraction of students in India study under the CBSE while the greater majority are in state boards that emphasise learning by rote. Another heart-rending story was that of a 12-year-old Afghan girl, broadcast as part of the BBC's My Country series. Gul Pari, whose name means 'fairy flower' in Pashto, is a drug addict, just like her mum.

Under the Taliban, opium production and consumption was prohibited. Now, with the country 'liberated', its people torn by war, hunger and violence, the trade is flourishing.

The last scene showed Gul Pari and her mum in a rehabilitation centre, where she expressed her wish to live her childhood like everybody else.

Just before the credits rolled in, it was revealed that she and her mum had fled the centre and their plight was not known. When we hear of tragedies like these we realise how children are being denied the childhood that is rightfully theirs to enjoy. Arthur C Clarke, in his book Childhood's End, says that humanity will lose its future when it loses its childhood. "For the heart of any race is destroyed when its children are taken away from them," and he wrote. We don't yet have Big Brother breathing down our necks, but there are smaller beings who observe all our deeds and duplicate them - for better or worse. Let innocence prevail...

¥ Jennifer is a former Bahrain resident now studying in Mumbai. Her family still live here.

Copyright 2010 Al Hilal Publishing & Marketing Group

'Tragedy of Stolen Childhoods...', Gulf Daily News, January 8, 2010, Jennifer Gnana