The University Entrance Quagmire

 The University Entrance Quagmire

How does one negotiate this quagmire? There is so much muck thrown in there, of different ilk, that most parents struggle to traverse it.

In the days of a previous life when I taught Secondary school, the Careers Department would interview each child and try to help them through the maze. The end of the school year, with exams approaching, and teachers teaching less furiously, I would have time to spare. Especially as the A and O level exams finished early in the year. 

Students would come up to my table and talk to me. J was one of them. She was a lovely child in a group where most of the students were out to create as much disruption as they could. I asked her what she wanted to do after she left school. 

'I'm going to be a doctor,' she said without hesitation.

Mmm. I was trying to break it gently. 'Will you get the grades needed?' I asked, J was an average student, and she would get three or four O levels, but she would not get A and B grades. She had the kind of personality, which would make a great G P. Kind, considerate, caring. In my mind I wished her well. But -

She must have read my mind, I thought when she added. 

'I'll get a place at Barts. 

'My brother qualified from there. He is working in Canada now, but he'll come back to make sure I get a place.'

I left the job that year and a few years later I met some old students at the hair dresser's. So I asked about their year-group. J, apparently, was now two years into her medical course at Barts. And I thought this happened only in India!

Later I came across teachers in fee-paying schools who had graduated from Oxford or Cambridge, and easily got their charges into their old colleges. As for predicted grades, I tend to take them with a large pinch of salt. If the teachers like you, your predicted grades (they genuinely believe they are being impartial) tend to be good. If you are untidy, unruly and uncouth, you got damned. So, I'm glad Universities will now look at actual exam passes. 

No one doubts that the system is unfair and complicated. However, it is good to know that the marsh is being dragged and some of the muck cleared.

Kerala Marriages -- 2020 Style.

 I came across photos of two marriages in Kerala, from two weeks ago. Since then I cannot decide whether to laugh or to cry.

The bride was drowning in gold necklaces. Her wrists were not showing in the photo but she had an inch-wide band of gold on her upper arm. She was a pretty girl, about twenty years from the look of her, and she was almost tilting under the weight. 

I looked at the pictures of the shamiana (the tent where the ceremony is performed). On one end the bride and groom were placed on a raised dais -- no escape. She was gaudily attired in bright red and held a bouquet of large red roses in her hands, compounding the image of a sacrificial offering. Did this level of gaudiness and excess come recently, or was it a gradual descent into opulence displayed and waste sanctified? In a country where so many do not have enough to eat or survive? Especially today, with Covid restricting movement, so many families who live on daily wages have no income at all.

I looked at the decor in what appeared to be a large hall, a venue probably dedicated to weddings. The walls were pasted with flowers and red cut-outs. There was something like a half-circle of a frame behind the couple who were on show, made of coloured cloth and wire and tinsel. The whole thing looked silly and laughable.

In my youth marriages of all communities were quite sparing in time and cost. I used to quip that it was a quick approval of the elders for a couple to copulate and live together. 

I got married on a September day in 1957. Nair weddings take place in the night and I remember the tent was made of bamboo and coconut fronds. The ceremony itself took about ten minutes. Garlands in front of the sacred lamps while the swami chanted, three times round the lamps holding hands. Now you are single, now you are not, off you go, The event took place in our front yard and the women crowded round the windows to watch. Dinner after, on plantain leaves, seated on grass mats on the floor.

My trousseau consisted of eight cotton saris and one wedding sari. The wedding sari was a white Benares silk with a gold motif. It became off-white over the years and the gold dimmed, a lot like my marriage, I used to think. Jewelry was sparse and barely noticeable. Looking back, what was remarkable was how quickly the life-changing event was accomplished.

A new fashion is for rich families to schedule weddings in Colombo,while Sri- Lankans come to Chennai to get married. All very strange and inexplicable.

Now, if only the money spent on these public spectacles was distributed to the very poor, for their education, for their food and their general survival. I hope it will happen.  Perhaps the government could get a law passed capping the wedding extravagances.

Euphoria for U S

Euphoria for U S

 I am so full U S election-related thoughts , I am uncertain where to begin:

I am concerned that the Trumpet is planning rallies -- his favourite modus. Hope the Proud Boys and the White Supremacists will not think this is a call to arms. If Trumpet incites,even by a hint...

When Biden started winning I kept hoping that he would consider the 'Bad Cop' problem in the U S immediately. I am relieved to notice it is one of his four immediate targets. Bad cops, of course, have to be managed by the local precinct heads. Why are they staying schtum about this? Don't they care about what is happening on their patch?  The 'shoot first and look afterwards' practice seems to be common practice in some Southern states. How many black men and women have to die before the government takes responsibility and punishes the cops and the precincts? I am glad Biden and Harris have flagged this one up. A strategy is needed to stop cops using blacks for target practice, before the event rather than after.

I am delighted that America will now come back into the comity of nations, return to the W H O, re-sign up to the Paris climate agreement . Climate change must be the most serious threat to our world, and we are painfully slow to react to it. We are sleep-walking into a global calamity. Individuals can do much -- take their cars out less, use paper bags instead of plastic,plant tress... Countries can invest in green energy, in retraining for this , in fulfilling the promises they make over white wine and roast meat in the climate conferences. Thunberg is correct to call it hypocrisy.

What is our own blond horror going to do about this? When are we going to stop worshiping fossil fuel? Can we believe anything Boris and his small coterie of Tories say?

A pinch of honesty from all concerned would be a beginning.

Labour Self Harm

 The Labour Party's capacity for self-harm appears to be infinite. Just when the Tories are shooting themselves in the foot daily, we deflect attention from their disastrous policies to our in-house spats. And, of that we have many.

   Let's not forget how the sickening group within the Labour Right, set out deliberately to make sure that Corbyn and the Left did not win the 1919 election. Disgraceful! Owen Jones's book 'This Land' discusses the schisms within the party and the few who set out deliberately to defeat Labour. And they succeeded.

   And now we have the Jewish issue surfacing again, I wonder, are there Tories working within the Labour Party? The Jewish issue destroyed the Party in 1919 and it seems to pop up whenever someone is looking for a stick to beat the Left with.

   So, what does the Party executive do? It suspends Jeremy Corbyn and removes the parliamentary whip from him. Of all the daft things to do. I am a strong supporter of Jeremy because he is principled and honest. He genuinely cares about the poor working classes and focuses on the inequalities that keep them underfoot. 

   Now, I imbibed politics with my mother's milk in that most political of all states in India-- Kerala. My father was sent to jail n 1942 for his Satyagraha activities. In 1953, he contested the Thalassery seat for membership of the Legislature, knowing full well that the unholy coalition of the Communists with a splinter party of the Congress would wipe the floor with him. And they did. He turned his mind to activities within the community to help the poor, the 'lower castes' and the down-trodden. 

   As a young woman, I witnessed the horse-trading within the Parties and the friendships forged for a day and then discarded. I can sniff out a self-seeking politician a mile away, 

   Clearly, there is a vindictive caucus within the party which will self-destruct to destroy the Left of the Party.  I am devastated.

   I support Keir Starmer for leadership of the Party, because he has the gravitas, the skills and the intent. I hope he has the wit to see his error and restore Jeremy to his place in the Party.

A Special World of Ego-maniacs

 I notice that all the would-be autocrats have many things in common:  Boris, Donald, Modi, they all believe that their personal  aberrations are important to the rest of the world.

   Boris sounded very pleased with himself in his speech today. He described in detail what a hero he was because he lost 26 pounds in weight after recovering from COVID. Well done, Boris. Now, please p--s off and stop squirting nonsense towards this gullible world.  He spent a whole speech on the virtual podium talking about the wonderful things he/ the UK, were going to achieve after we come out of the pandemic. No details, costing etc, but every home is going to function on Green Power by the end of the next decade. Wonderful. Tories have been saying this for a while, without actually finding any resources to do this. But he is superman, 'harvesting gusts from the deepest oceans.'

   Donald Trump has come out flying, literally, from Walter Reed. COVID is just another 'Flu, a minor inconvenience. Don't be afraid; don't let it dominate you, he instructs the American folk, standing on his balcony, a little breathless. Just summon the helicopter, get fussed over by a dozen doctors, some of who might even embellish the truth a little to show what a warrior you are. Then be treated with the most expensive drugs you probably don't need, but demand as of right. You could even do a victory parade in a black SUV. AND, when you get home, throw that mask away. So many more in The White House to infect. Some might even take it home to their families.

   Do these men see beyond their silly probosces?

   Modi wants all India to be Hindu. He will have to get past the Constitution to do that. Meanwhile his coterie promote the personal myth of this great saint, clad in saffron robes, while he condones massacres on many boundaries. Never mind his outfits are custom-made to promote his image.

   I listened today to the speeches of Sunak and Johnson and wondered which world they inhabit. Not the one in which the daily-paid labourers are out of work, food banks proliferate, parents are literally losing their sanity, teachers are going to school each day wondering when COVID will strike them or any child in their classroom, medics despair whether this time round the PPE supply will be adequate to demand, and the general public cannot trust a single statistic the Government puts out. 

   Numbers are now a game you play, bringing them out to maximum advantage -- to deflect attention from disasters, to explain systemic failures...

   Can Britain survive this disaster of a Tory government?

OUR INGLORIOUS PRESENT 

I think Priti Patel is slowly going off her rocker. Early dementia? Clearly, she has forgotten her immigrant lineage. Whenever I feel put upon by the discrimination practiced in this country against immigrants, like me, I remind myself that, in the end, I was able to make a good life here. I got a job, bought my first home, educated my children without much cost. Manju and Raghu did M A courses n Law and Civil Engineering at Kings College, London and Imperial and UCL. Kitta did his Ph.D in Mathematics, again with considerable assistance from the State. They all make / made good livings. When they are ill, they have the NHS to fall back on. They don't have to find the money for doctors and medicines. The NHS has fallen back on some of its original promises, but it is still an amazing service.

   And that vile woman wants to send immigrants off to an island 4000 miles away. The last time I came across this level of malice was in Shakespeare's Lady Macbeth. And we all know how mad SHE became. Watch it, Priti. Venom destroys its owner too.

   I cannot believe that we cannot, in this country, accommodate about 4000 migrants, every year, who have risked their lives to get here. Like me and Priti, they may actually have some skill to offer this country. Are we forgetting all those nurses and doctors we (hypocritically) clapped for?. 

   Who will you deny next Priti? What's eating you?

   

Covid Boundaries

 I peeked into my daughter, Manju's office this morning -- I'm really not allowed to go in there. She says I am vulnerable, at eighty-five. True. Vulnerable to a great many other things in addition to Covid. Such as age and senility, obstinacy, general disregard for rules...  She drives to Caterham and back daily with her daughter, who can bring all sorts of unwelcome visitors home from school, she maintains.

   The thing I miss most is watching T V with her, book in hand, periodically surfacing to slag off our nincompoop P M, supply words for Hancock when he stutters and stammers, all the while counting the U-turns and ticking off another day from the next four years of this Tory government.

    Even more, I miss watching football with my daughter. We shout at the pundits, who have their heads so far up their fundaments, they can't see what is happening on the pitch. When Son scores a hat-trick, they sing a whole a song of praise for Harry Kane. Racism? or like I said, not being able to see beyond their ----- 

    Actually, I watch mostly when Liverpool is playing. Liverpool is the house icon, and after the last league success, they can't do any wrong. We must get a plaster cast of Klopp to worship. Whereas Manju will watch football even if it is the local schoolboys kicking a ball around, I have other things I like almost as much, some of them, more  All through the last few months, Manju showed distinct withdrawal symptoms. 

    So, I was disappointed yesterday, parked in front of the T V on my own, watching the City-Wolves match, switching off when it was 2-0 to City. Manju says Wolves came back in the second half. By which time I was deep into my book. City is so predictable: play clinically for 23 minutes, get goals, then kick a ball around, just thwarting the other side. Those long balls to De Bruyne and Sterling are very effective. However City are so skilled, I'd like to see some real display for a change. All too easy for them. So how did they lose eleven games last season?

   Liverpool's first match against Leeds just about kept Leeds at bay. The team looked as though they were sleep-walking. Chelsea, after that, was going to be a challenge. And this is what is so exciting about football --  Liverpool was a joy to watch: sleek, accurate passes ; Salah back to his old speed where he could outrun most people for the ball; Alexander-Arnold showing he had more than one-card of a swerving free-kick up his sleeve. 

   Alexander-Arnold defended as well as Robinson, almost. Chelsea, it was that sleepwalked. Mane' was Mane', totally reliable, ducking and diving and escaping his pursuers, showing off almost. But there is no fun watching without Manju, in her state of frenetic eagerness.  No Manju alongside to gloat, scream, curse the referees, and use inappropriate language in describing various protagonists.

    I might have to give up football.