Learning

As a child I won't bother to turn off the light or the fan if I was the last one to abandon a certain place. After a couple of years I would do that for the fear of my parents. Growing up a little more would reveal to me the actual reason why that was needed, and so I would learn to try to save electircity for it costed my parents a fortune. A few more years and I'd do it to save electricty not only to cut down on my bills, but to counter its acute shortage the country faces. That I assume is a natural learning process and is a part and parcel of growing age, of maturity.

As a nation, however, we refuse to learn; from knowledge or from experience, and ergo we do not mature. A brief but eventful histroy of sixty odd years has taught us many vital lessons, one would think. Ironically, it hasn't. Quite recently we have come just (another) full circle, back to where we began from, but we happen to exude plenty of ecstacy about it. We haven't learnt the simple fact that it's not (the leading) faces we need to change our destiny but a new system altogether, a new thought.

We desperately need to learn to learn.