In my 2 years of Fellowship at Azim Premji Foundation, I was lucky to observe the government education system, their policies and the attempts to implement at the school level through teachers.. The constructive skepticism to question the status quo was very much part of my unlearning.
"My dress is dirty. I belong to a small village. My identity is derived from my village name. My loving parents take great pains to provide food, shelter and love. I am at peace. Only when I step out of my home, reality hits me. And hits me hard. In school. At worksplace. People treat me as if I am a wild beast. Uncouth in appearance. Untouchable to the core. Unworthy to get an education. Society's parasite.
After travelling 20km along the NH-8 from Rajnagar, Rajsamand to towards Ajmer, I took a diversion into a narrow stony lane. After taking that turn, I travelled 2km more along that lane through little dense jungle to reach at the base of a hummock. At the top of that hummock, was my desired destination, Upper Primary School Deviyon Ki Merda.