They say, “A fool and his arrogance are never parted.” And if you ever need proof, just watch a school event planned by people who think culture is a playlist of Bollywood songs and heritage is a last-minute Google search.
I was given “full control” over the cultural fest. Excited and responsible, I did what any sane person would do—I spent 72 hours reading books, consulting mentors, and diving deep into Gujarati Sahitya. I wanted to make this event a true celebration of our rich heritage, not just another half-baked school function.
But the moment I walked into school, I was slapped with reality—
“Oh, sorry! The event is only 25 minutes now, and we’ve already picked the songs and poets. Thanks for your effort, though!”
…Excuse me, WHAT?!
So, if an owl has never seen the sun, does the sun not exist? If our teachers have never been exposed to real Gujarati literature, does that mean it isn’t worth showcasing? Apparently, in this kingdom of mismanagement and last-minute decisions, the answer is yes.
Meet the Masters of Chaos
Our dear Bijal Ma’am and Nirjai Ma’am, the Michelangelo and Da Vinci of bad decision-making, have a simple motto—
“If it’s not on our list, it doesn’t exist!”
Their vision? “Forget depth, just keep it basic so nobody has to think!”
But let’s not dump all the blame on them alone. Because, after all, a tree rots from the top. The real masterminds behind this mess? The higher management—our dear decision-makers who treat cultural events like some last-minute school assembly.
The Real Villains: The Buffoons in Charge
The school management, in their infinite wisdom, decided that an entire state’s culture should be squeezed into 25 minutes of rushed performances, generic songs, and pre-selected “safe” poets. Because why celebrate real literature when you can just do the same predictable routine every year?
Their planning style? “Why prepare in advance when we can panic at the last minute?”
Their motto? “Keep it simple so no one has to think too hard.”
Their execution? A ship sailing straight into an iceberg while the captain sleeps.
They say, “A donkey adorned with gold is still a donkey.” And no matter how much our school brags about its “cultural awareness,” at the end of the day, it’s clear they couldn’t care less about doing something truly meaningful.
Final Thoughts
This fest could have been a masterpiece, but instead, it’s just another sloppy, predictable, last-minute mess—all thanks to people who think Gujarati Sahitya is whatever they found on Google in two minutes.
So, dear school management, next time you want to pretend to give students control, at least have the decency to mean it. And to my dear teachers—next time you want to plan an event, at least try to learn what the event is actually about.
Till then, let’s enjoy the glorious mediocrity of yet another wasted opportunity.
Jai Jai Garvi Gujarat! (But only when it’s convenient, right?)