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Mera Bharat Mahaan (A TOI Report)

The Madhya Pradesh government has removed several poems from the primary school syllabus, including the famous nursery rhyme, "twinkle twinkle little star...", saying it was an attempt to reduce 'Western influence' on children. "The changes have been made in the syllabus of standard one and four. Attempts were made to include poems that reflect nationalism and culture, instead of those having Western influence," State School Education Minister Narottam Mishra said on Tuesday.

To a query, he said the rhyme "twinkle twinkle little star..." was also removed from the course as it carried an 'aura of Western culture.' "We have got better rhymes that will inculcate patriotism among the children. There was no reason to hold on to the Western ones," he added.

Now let me get this straight. If a child innocently looks up at a twinkling star in wonderment, he is westernized?!!! How come? How do you detoxify such an imp who wonders? I guess you teach him sacred Vedic hymns to ward off the feeling of awe!

Wow! If you wanna see an entire civilization thriving under supreme political ludicrity, just visit India! And don't you dare wonder how we manage to survive. Wondering is just too westernized a concept to be allowed here!


Vivek said…
Seriously man .... some of the morons we've got in the administration .... they take the whole freakin' bakery. And did you hear about that move to ban women inside the Ajmer dargah?
Anonymous said…
Well said Deep!! I wonder why the MP government is striving hard to cultivate an IT park at Indore to serve the western world? Isn't that more closer to the western civilization than an innocuous nusery rhyme?
Anonymous said…
Now Guys How many of you Guys really recite Our National Anthem.. all alone.. Give it a try..
Deepanjan said…
How do you relate the two?
Vivek said…
Raka, I do .... without missing a word & have done so since I was in school.

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