Let’s get back in the 1990s, when Raja Hindhustani won accolades for its high dosage-vala drama and pathetic songs; when Altaf Raja was a smashing hit; when Indian Cricket team used to lose only against Australia and Mr. Basu was the only living legend. It was 1997. We used to live in Paharpur (name changed) and it was the district headquarters. The people in admin used to call it “Sadar”. Our bungalow was far away from the main town, in the midst of eucalyptus and mango trees. It was surrounded by ponds and almost dense forests. Life seemed to have stood still amongst those sketches. There was a village “Hasnabad”, which could be seen if I would stand up on the boundary walls of the bungalow. Life was very pleasant there. People were so innocent. They hardly knew how to be smart. They hardly knew how to grow in life. But as I said, they were innocent, so they were not that educated. I am using “that” because there were some people who studied till class 4 or 5. I think those people were the most educated among the lots.
It was an ordinary evening for my dad as he was looking for the things to be taken along with during that inspection. But it wasn’t ordinary for me because my exams ended that day. My father was the Sub-Divisional Officer of Paharpur. The phrase which my father used mostly during that period was “Shakkhorota, Sochetonota, Swanirbharata”. The ruling Government took the agenda of spreading literacy to the remotest corners of our state. The Education Minister, perhaps, ordered all the administrative officers to keep a close watch on this. So they wanted to have the records as soon as possible and the Minister wanted to have the results of success.
“Jabi amar sathe?” asked dad. And I knew what to say. We went to a village. I have forgotten the name but it was almost an hour’s drive. The villages opened “night schools” with the help of the Panchayats. The farmers, after working for the whole day, used to come to these schools to learn; to get educated. When we reached one of these schools, there was none. Then someone, seeing us, called for the students. “Boro sahib esechhen. Chair ano jaldi. Bakira kothay?”. And soon we saw a make shift classroom with one black-board, one teacher (God knows where he came from!), some students and some spectators (its US silly. They haven’t seen so many police before). May be the spectators were there because they hadn’t seen this school before!
My father used to say that these schools were all shits. The in-charges of these schools only took the charges when some “Boro sahib” would come. In all other cases no one can even find a single student; not even the teachers. We can say that all what used to happen were nothing but a play, acted very well by some party workers, some ill-fated villagers and the administration. Reports to the Secretariat would obviously bear the facts that the night schools were properly being run and that people were getting educated. I could see how my dad used to suppress his grudge against the system. But he also knew there were no vents. The literacy rate was shown almost 80% in the district and that of the Sadar Sub-Division, it was almost 85%! The district was considered as an example of how literacy can be spread. Credits were given to the administration and dad won so many praises. May be later, when both the ‘red’s and the ‘greens’s started showing their true colours, my father could not stand by the system; so he got transferred again.
During this period of 1996-1997, the state registered a whopping 75%(almost) literacy rate. People started believing that rural masses are getting educated. But what I told is just a piece of the entire jigsaw puzzle. Other than the fools, some literary figures and some dumb politicians, any one on earth can realize how ruthless, how betraying, how perfidious the agenda was. We have even seen that, to prove that the rural and remote districts are performing well even in the Madhyamik and Plus-2 levels, almost everyone in the ‘top 10 lists’, had links to either to some village school of Bankura or South Dinajpur or hailed from a very backward class of the society. It’s debatable because these guys might had been very good students and they performed exceptionally well in the exams. But what used to steal our eyes is that reputable institutions like Narendrapur Ramkrishna Mission, SPHS, Nava Nalanda or St. Lawrence had no students belonging to them who were in the merit lists! May be this was possible. The quality of students in the urban areas might be deteriorating during that time. But it’s also questionable. Whatever, the Government policy to focus on the rural literacy was really a very good idea. But it forgot the policies of the local ‘netas’. Just think of this. Is this possible for anyone of us, sitting here in Kolkata, to investigate whether a certain village, with its diverse population, is actually getting proper literary enhancements or not. The answer is “no”. If it would have been a privatized matter, then also corruption would struck in it. The local party workers needed to show that their Panchayats were doing well and they showed it to the administration. And I think, even in some cases, the figures were ‘disfigured’ in the higher levels of authority. How could WB be behind Kerala in literacy rate! After all we had the same colour. The colour of ‘red’.
Time has changed. May be the colours are changing. We don’t even care these days about the literacy rates because already so many numbers of engineers are ‘produced’ in the ‘factories’ that one might curse the system of making so many people literate! Well, if literacy only means to become an engineer or a doctor, then the system should be cursed. But I think, literacy has also got some other meanings. These meanings, I think, the people of some ‘Lalgarh’ or ‘Nandigram’ don’t know; otherwise there could be something else happening now. If the Government properly puffed the ‘spread Literacy’ mission, these places could be different. People could know that literacy doesn’t only mean knowing the names of some scholars or scientists and mugging up some formulas; it also means finding the proper ways of living, cultivating ways to ensure proper nourishment, realization of the major necessities in our lives.