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23rd March..more resolutions to come..

Today is (was in a few minutes..) 23rd March, tha day a resolution was passed which ultimately lead to where I currently live, i.e Pakistan.

So that resolution led to creation, led to function, led to all the shuns(tions) except education..or well, led to mis-education..

Yes, today there was a documantary aired on t.v. Most of the people living here in Pakitan know that teachers who work for government schools hardly get any pay, its quite less, definitely not enough to serve an avg. family who is living in Karachi. But, these rtewachers complain and rightly so, they should get more pay, but that doesnt in any way divert them from their job, their duty..They knew the pay before joiing, it isnt like a surprise, that they are trying to justify for their negligence and lack of responsibility!!

And they also eat the funds that are provided to them for labs, to say teh least, they don't even invest it, the high ups get it all..and this is not just in rural areas, it happens in a city like Karachi, where there are pvt. schools as good as can be..I, myself, did schooling from pvt. school, even high school was not govt, coz I didnt wish to take tutions..

I think, where what went wrong and by whom? Who is the culprit? The kids go to school daily, to find no teachers waiting for them.. The teachers don't appear to teach, the govt. lowly pays the teachers, the administration swallows the funds..it's a cycle..

somewhere, I think locals are to be blamed, me too perhaps..I'll turn agraduate this year, getting agood degree inshaAllah, and then there are kids who arent even tought ABC, or even Urdu(teh mother tongue)

Wouldnt it be better if teh mayor payed attention to schools like thos ein Punjab..instead of just buildin flyovers and underpasses..

God bless Pakistan and Pakistanis.


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