Friday, February 7, 2014

The Story Of An Indian Graduate... Comments

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A tall, slim and brown boy from Tamil Nadu,
Sold his ancestral home to go to England,
Pockets of Tamarind rice he didn’t need any more,
Bottles of ancient pickles in his mind,
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Dave Walker 07 February 2014

We sometimes learn some hard lessons on our life journey, this is the true meaning of learning. A great poem.

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 07 February 2014

I studied in average schools but like Einstein and many other scientists i learned much more thru self study and personal research. Yor poem is touching and hardhitting on what youth hav to endure for education and money. I tel u the gras looks greener on the other side but a determined person can acquire knowlege anywhere. Take care pal.

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 07 February 2014

Hans Vr, your comment is appreciated. as a bold Malaysian, you have stood up to say it very clear and loud and we used to hear the stories of our young adults here in Malaysia, who have had studied in foreign universities, managed to survive on Maggi Mee, which is a sad situation even now..thank you very much for your neutral opinion.

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Hans Vr 07 February 2014

Education, this golden present. We need knowledge but more still we need thinkers. It is quite sad that education has become more of a business than anything else. I like this thought provoking poem a lot. We do not need always to look abroad for greener grass. Big named universities do not always provide superior education.

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