Secularity in Educational Institutions

(Posted on all my main blogs as this is one of my more serious postings meant to get the broadest reach.)

I learnt from the Times of India of 25th March 2010, Bishop Cotton school principals to resign, that my second alma maters, the Bishop Cotton's Schools in Bangalore, both the Boys and Girls schools, are going through a huge upheaval. The alleged interference of the Church in their running and the seemingly marginalisation of the Principals (also known as Wardens) into puppets, possibly all in the greed for the rich pickings associated with running a well-known educational institution, appear to have taken these two schools from reality into a fantasy world. Accusations are flying left, right and centre.

Sitting 7000 km away from that base, I do not know who is right or wrong, but it is such a shame to see the schools where my late father (he was also the Old Boy's Association Chairman for many years) and all his siblings, and a greater part of my generation of Matthan's, including my four children, being destroyed by these bickerings and the unfortunate media stories being put out.

A similar situation of the differences between the Church and the Principal is causing the rot of the fourth of my alma maters, St. Stephen's College in Delhi. The Alumni in different part of the world are taking actions, but that may not stop the rot.

However, my Mumbai alma mater, The Cathedral and John Connon School, seems to have overcome this problem, or it probably has not yet come to the forefront.

Trying to remember my days in each school and college, I knew I was in a Christian Institution in all these three cases (and also my first, The Good Shepherd Convent School in Mysore).

In Bishop Cotton's Boys' School we had to go, being a Christian by birth, to the Chapel for morning service before the start of school, every single day.

In Mumbai, we had School Assembly every morning with the reading of the Bible by one of the Prefects and singing of hymns. But it was not grossly evident that it was a Christian school.

My 59er class consisted of Atheists, Christians (a handful), Hindus, Jains, Jews, Muslims, Parsis, Sikhs, Sindhis, and probably various other sects and sub-sects. Not once did it cross my mind that my classmates were from different religions.

The only time I was aware the difference was we took our shirts off for PT. I noticed a few of my classmates wore quite different vests - the Parsis, as they had a sleeveless type muslin (?) vest quite different from the rest of the class. Other than mentally noting this difference, and I never even bothered to find out or understand the reason for this, we were all equal in every other respect during our hours in school.

The only differences were those imposed by the time table, as the Christians had to do Scripture as a subject while the non-Christians were exempt from this.

These secular values, and the continuation of the same which I imbibed in St. Stephen's College of the early 60s, has stood me in good stead through my life. I learnt to respect people for what they do and achieve and not because of their religion, caste or creed.

I wish this would be the universal philosophy across the world, as the wars that plague us today are based on these stupid artificial values, called as faith - be it by any religion anywhere in the world where the religious hierarchy fights for power and prestige, misguiding the masses along the way.

Discomfort? No, but mental agony!

Yesterday morning, I was up early. I picked up the newspaper which usually arrives around 3:30 am. I settled down, with our cat, Iitu, to find out all the previous days news.

As I turned the pages I came across this picture by photographer Jarmo Kontiainen:



First I shuddered, causing Iitu to turn to me inquiringly. In less than a second I realised I was feeling great mental agony.

It has not been many pictures that has caused that feeling in me.

Regular readers of this blog may recall that as a child I was bouncing with exuberance. When an uncle of mine taught me the art of relaxation, I learnt to drop asleep in just a few minutes. But, the process required I find the most comfortable position to fall asleep in. It also meant I remove all small urges that may occur, such as scratching here or there, removing a ticklish feeling that may occur on some part of the skin, etc. I need freedom of movement during those last few minutes before I drop asleep. If I do not ease those simple small urges, the mind will focus of them and the relaxation process ends, causing me great anxiety.

When I saw this picture which restrains both the hands and legs of the wearer, it caused in me a great anxiety, almost as if I was being tortured. It was as if a claustrophobic wall was around me. I was in great mental agomy as I felt that the person so strapped must be feeling the same as I was!

These straps are what is used here in psychiatric institutions to restrain violent patients. The use of this is not permitted in other Scandinavian countries. It is used exclusively in Finland. As I visit patients in these institutions, I have seen the use of these on several occasions.

It is a barbaric practice, to me. But Finnish authorities continue to use them, although they border on mental and physical torture.

The picture was from a newspaper report explaining how their use continues in Finland.

I hope the authorities will find more humane methods to restrain violent patients, such as in the neighbouring countries.