I read Illusions by Richard Bach. Wasn't pretty impressive, but quite imaginative. And it made me remember a fictitious theory I had toyed with when I was a younger. What if the whole world is an illusion, except you are? Wait, I am not quoting verbatim from Bach's book, because of the keywords "except you are". I mean, for once imagine, that you are the only real thing here. What if everyone else, your friends, relatives etc aren't human forms, as you know it! What if the moment you turn your sight away from them, they turn into another club of creatures, a club devoted solely to mesmerize you with worldly things. You are their subject, your being kept in this illusion of a world, is their only cause, their only occupation. They appear to you as fellow humans, when you look at them, conspiring behind your back to formulate their next step, when you look away. What if a whole new sensational event is just around the corner, like suppose they are going to reveal themselves to you? What if such worlds exist for everyone, and every individual becomes that creature except in his own world, where he alone is a human being? What if these other creatures know exactly what you do, what you think, etc. but do not pass judgement on it based on your concepts of morality, rightiousness, etc?
Or consider another theory, what if whatever you see, is not what others see, but agree on it being the same? What if the color red seems "red" to me, but the same would appear to you, what green appears to me, but you would still call it red? I mean, what if you see 4000A wavelength light as what I call green, whereas I would see it as red? As they taught in electrical classes, that if you change the polarity of electrons and protons, the whole theory can still be proved right. Similar to that, what if everyone has his own know-how about what colors, lines, etc are, and yet physics and other laws of nature hold true for all of us, in all situations? What if what I see as a straight line might seem curved to you, and you still call it straight, because for you even gravity would be similarly curved? What if we all see things differently, but are manipulated into believing they are same?
The reason thesetheories cannot be proved wrong is because from the beginning we have accepted the axiom that laws of the world are unique. We also have assumed that what we see is exactly what others will see. But these axioms cannot be proved either!
Too much fiction?! Haha, so take a chill pill and keep believing in the simpler explanations of the universe. But then again, what if the world is upside down for me, and I call up, "down", and down, "up"??!!! Haha, okie okie, I quit!
Cheers!!!
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Does God reside here?
Scene 1.
A couple of my friends and I were at Nathdwara, alias Shrinathji, few days back. It was 530 in the morning and we were supposed to witness the "mangla na darshan". Hoards of people were storming the temple premises, even during "off season". One particular passage was closed by grill-doors with a padlock on it. The people supposed to be in "seva" were inside, saying they would open the gates soon, but they didn’t have any keys. People were getting impatient and from another passage, people were moving into the premises. At one particular point, the "guard", as if by miracle, "found" the key and opened the gate to let in one of the "seva" guys. An elderly man, too eager to worship the god, tried to enter through the partial opening of the metal gates. He was not just pushed out, but was also kicked in his guts. Again the lock was put on, as angry worshippers outside pleaded to let them in, while these so called temple people, kept inciting them to open the locked doors by force, while they sat cozily inside the premises. One of the "seva" guys even asked the helpless devotees to try their luck through the exit doors, all the while smiling away at his power of authority. The sight of people thronging the temple from the other side only amplified their rudeness. At last the doors were opened and without any need to walk, I was carried along by the push from behind, into the already crowded "chowk". There were no defined paths, no rope or metal dividers to manage public, but just pure chaos. Another set of doors stood between the large crowd and the deity, and I could only gape at the number of elderly people jam-packed inside the tiny spaces. And before I could wonder whether they were going to pray for more land, more space in their lives, the doors were flung open for another tiny "batch" of devotees to enter into the hall of the deity. I wasn't very keen to enter and this hesitation cost me a bruised toe, few unwanted touches and pushes, some in very awkward areas. And as soon as the doors were closed for the other batch to wait, I heaved and pushed my way out of the temple. Outside I found people getting private access to the inner chambers by paying a little extra in the name of "passes".
Scene 2.
We went to Delwara temple. It has 5 beautiful temples, with inexplicable carvings on the pillars, roofs, walls, etc. However you are not allowed to photograph these carvings. You cannot take anything with you, inside the temple. Many of the statues of deities inside are covered by clothes, so that public cannot view them. Certain floors and parts of the temple premises, even though in good condition, are restricted to general public access. Although no stuff except purse is allowed inside the temple premises with a ridiculous reason of preserving the sanctity of the temple, commercial goods of the temple in the form of books and kesar(saffron) among other things are sold inside.
Both these incidents are true and first-hand.
My question is, does God really reside here?
What is the function of the temple? Isn't it, to provide unconditional unrestricted access to God for people to pray? Isn’t there a difference between crowd management and commercialization? How can people claim right to be the temple management, if they kick and push and swear to humble devotees? What gives them the right to claim themselves to be closer to God than the rest of the world? Why would it hurt them to just create metal dividers for crowd management, similar to the one we see at McDonalds counter, instead of letting hoards of people crush each other? Why aren't photographs allowed for memory purposes? If anyone gives the ridiculous reason that flashlight can damage the temple, I give him or her 2 simple arguments - 1. The temple can bear sun's rays, what can a little flash light do? 2. Many marble statues are seen all over the world, and photographed with no damage at all! The only time flashlight can damage is in art gallery, where it can play havoc with the colors. But what can it do in a temple, except probably reduce the commercial gains of the so-called temple managers? What good is the magnificence of the temple if it cannot be cherished in peace, to be remembered years on through means of photographs? What good is that statue of a deity, if it is not allowed to be seen by the public, except on special days or events? If anyone has doubts regarding funds for maintenance, I ask them to just check out the riches donated by devotees. I wonder if it is possible to audit the donations received by these temples.
It’s high time the authority of the idiots managing the temples be stripped, or at least, re-evaluated. A more friendly, and non-commercial setup needs to be put into place. The previously holy places are now converted into commercial cheating centers, living on the blatant superstitions of the millions of "religious" Indians. This needs to be stopped.
No deity ever wants to be trapped within four walls, nor does any deity want any restriction in the path connecting the devotees to the deities. Look around you. There is God in a squirrel prancing around, in the sparkle of the eyes of a little child playing in the mud, in the green hue of trees after rains, in the silver linings of the clouds, in the sweet smell of roses, in the tranquility of the ocean. There is God, even in your sorrows and in your joys, in rough and good weathers, in work and honesty, in rich and the poor, in the five elements of the world, in life and death, and in matter and anti-matter. Look around you; the whole earth is a living, unrestricted, unconditional, temple, where each sand grain is both a deity and a devotee.
If only people could realize this truth. Who needs marble temples after all?
Cheers!!!
A couple of my friends and I were at Nathdwara, alias Shrinathji, few days back. It was 530 in the morning and we were supposed to witness the "mangla na darshan". Hoards of people were storming the temple premises, even during "off season". One particular passage was closed by grill-doors with a padlock on it. The people supposed to be in "seva" were inside, saying they would open the gates soon, but they didn’t have any keys. People were getting impatient and from another passage, people were moving into the premises. At one particular point, the "guard", as if by miracle, "found" the key and opened the gate to let in one of the "seva" guys. An elderly man, too eager to worship the god, tried to enter through the partial opening of the metal gates. He was not just pushed out, but was also kicked in his guts. Again the lock was put on, as angry worshippers outside pleaded to let them in, while these so called temple people, kept inciting them to open the locked doors by force, while they sat cozily inside the premises. One of the "seva" guys even asked the helpless devotees to try their luck through the exit doors, all the while smiling away at his power of authority. The sight of people thronging the temple from the other side only amplified their rudeness. At last the doors were opened and without any need to walk, I was carried along by the push from behind, into the already crowded "chowk". There were no defined paths, no rope or metal dividers to manage public, but just pure chaos. Another set of doors stood between the large crowd and the deity, and I could only gape at the number of elderly people jam-packed inside the tiny spaces. And before I could wonder whether they were going to pray for more land, more space in their lives, the doors were flung open for another tiny "batch" of devotees to enter into the hall of the deity. I wasn't very keen to enter and this hesitation cost me a bruised toe, few unwanted touches and pushes, some in very awkward areas. And as soon as the doors were closed for the other batch to wait, I heaved and pushed my way out of the temple. Outside I found people getting private access to the inner chambers by paying a little extra in the name of "passes".
Scene 2.
We went to Delwara temple. It has 5 beautiful temples, with inexplicable carvings on the pillars, roofs, walls, etc. However you are not allowed to photograph these carvings. You cannot take anything with you, inside the temple. Many of the statues of deities inside are covered by clothes, so that public cannot view them. Certain floors and parts of the temple premises, even though in good condition, are restricted to general public access. Although no stuff except purse is allowed inside the temple premises with a ridiculous reason of preserving the sanctity of the temple, commercial goods of the temple in the form of books and kesar(saffron) among other things are sold inside.
Both these incidents are true and first-hand.
My question is, does God really reside here?
What is the function of the temple? Isn't it, to provide unconditional unrestricted access to God for people to pray? Isn’t there a difference between crowd management and commercialization? How can people claim right to be the temple management, if they kick and push and swear to humble devotees? What gives them the right to claim themselves to be closer to God than the rest of the world? Why would it hurt them to just create metal dividers for crowd management, similar to the one we see at McDonalds counter, instead of letting hoards of people crush each other? Why aren't photographs allowed for memory purposes? If anyone gives the ridiculous reason that flashlight can damage the temple, I give him or her 2 simple arguments - 1. The temple can bear sun's rays, what can a little flash light do? 2. Many marble statues are seen all over the world, and photographed with no damage at all! The only time flashlight can damage is in art gallery, where it can play havoc with the colors. But what can it do in a temple, except probably reduce the commercial gains of the so-called temple managers? What good is the magnificence of the temple if it cannot be cherished in peace, to be remembered years on through means of photographs? What good is that statue of a deity, if it is not allowed to be seen by the public, except on special days or events? If anyone has doubts regarding funds for maintenance, I ask them to just check out the riches donated by devotees. I wonder if it is possible to audit the donations received by these temples.
It’s high time the authority of the idiots managing the temples be stripped, or at least, re-evaluated. A more friendly, and non-commercial setup needs to be put into place. The previously holy places are now converted into commercial cheating centers, living on the blatant superstitions of the millions of "religious" Indians. This needs to be stopped.
No deity ever wants to be trapped within four walls, nor does any deity want any restriction in the path connecting the devotees to the deities. Look around you. There is God in a squirrel prancing around, in the sparkle of the eyes of a little child playing in the mud, in the green hue of trees after rains, in the silver linings of the clouds, in the sweet smell of roses, in the tranquility of the ocean. There is God, even in your sorrows and in your joys, in rough and good weathers, in work and honesty, in rich and the poor, in the five elements of the world, in life and death, and in matter and anti-matter. Look around you; the whole earth is a living, unrestricted, unconditional, temple, where each sand grain is both a deity and a devotee.
If only people could realize this truth. Who needs marble temples after all?
Cheers!!!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
More Ambigrams...
Creativity knows no bounds. So when you are on a vacation and tired of the evil in your mind, the best pass-time is to try your hand at different arts and crafts. And here's what I came up with! Its a bilingual ambigram. That is, it means the same in both ways, but is in different languages! In Gujarati you will find the name Bharat, and in English you will find the name India! And apparently it was made in about half an hour with animation and all. So it might be a little bit crude.
Well, I suggest you guys give it a shot too. Who knows we may find a new John Langdon!
And for those who aren't familiar with Gujarati, here is how our country's name Bharat, is written in Gujarati
Cheers!!!
Well, I suggest you guys give it a shot too. Who knows we may find a new John Langdon!
And for those who aren't familiar with Gujarati, here is how our country's name Bharat, is written in Gujarati
Cheers!!!
Friday, June 16, 2006
Ambigram...
Just read Angels and Demons by Dan Brown.
And the bug of ambigrams bit me. So here's one I made in a couple of minutes!!
Mind you, its in Gujrati!! English will follow shortly...
Cheers!!!
And here's the English version!!
Cheers!!!
And the bug of ambigrams bit me. So here's one I made in a couple of minutes!!
Mind you, its in Gujrati!! English will follow shortly...
Cheers!!!
And here's the English version!!
Cheers!!!
Haha...
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
American Born Confused Desi, Emigrated From Gujarat, Housed In Jersey, Keeping Lotsa Motels, Named Omkarnath Patel, Quickly Reached Success Through, Underhanded Vicious Ways, Xenophobic Yet Zestful.
Who said DESI people don't have imagination??!!!
Cheers!!!
American Born Confused Desi, Emigrated From Gujarat, Housed In Jersey, Keeping Lotsa Motels, Named Omkarnath Patel, Quickly Reached Success Through, Underhanded Vicious Ways, Xenophobic Yet Zestful.
Who said DESI people don't have imagination??!!!
Cheers!!!
Thursday, June 15, 2006
A tirade against unsatiated four years
Exams are finally over. Engineering studies are finally over. Do I feel happy that the ordeal is over? Do I feel sad that now I wont be able to meet the friends I made in college? Well, truthfully, I don't feel either emotion at all.
I tried sounding ebullient after the end of exams. But this facade was as thin as silicon wafers. It's true that I will not suffer the hypocritical decisions of the college management. And I shall not meet many of my friends. But at the end of four years, I feel lost and a lot dissatisfied.
I remember, when I first stepped into this college, I had already gone through a rough patch. And I had decided to make good friends and live a new life in college. I had many expectations. I expected great humorous professors, interactive teaching sessions, great canteen tea, close friends with whom I would hang out and face many adventures, some great girls to befriend and maybe more, etc etc. And sadly, most of it never came true. There are some harsh facts about life that I suddenly faced. It need not be stated that there were as many girls in our branch, as hairs on Amrish Puri's scalp. But that wasn't a serious flaw in our college.
The very first thing I found out was that most of the teachers weren't teaching at all. They were doing their bloody job. It didn't matter to them what was right or not. It didn't matter to them whether students understood or not. All that mattered to them was the paycheck they received every month. There were a few exceptions. Notably, the professors who taught us EME, MD, DOM, TE1. And sadly the buck stops there (if I have missed out someone please condone the ignorance). I mean, teachers spoon-feeding in schools was okie. But in college? I remember how some professors went on a narcissist speech about their degrees and how much more they know compared with us, when asked a simple question as to why we were studying some method. I remember professors sounding helpful in class and then stating they couldn't teach when approached in teacher's room, because, although they were sitting free, they were supposedly on vacation. I can go on a tirade talking about professors who made us write everything they spoke, who kept blabbering about their past colleges and industrial experience while never showing the relation of those experiences with what we studied, who taught only from university exams point of view, who spoke the text book by rote and couldn't answer a single question outside the pre-determined course, who did masters or Ph.D. just to get higher pay as asst. professor... etc etc. But then, this would take ages to write. I have always wondered all through my four years, why couldn't teachers be a bit more involved in their "work". And how is it worth studying under teachers whose concepts are as sturdy as a sand castle? Why are they full of egos? Its true they are or might be more experienced. But doesn't vanity nullify all accolades? How many of them have done more than what they were required by the college management to do? I had imagined college professors to incite a flame of inquisitiveness in us. And then leave it for us to explore those options. I had imagined them to help us out of our quandaries, not by pulling, but rather by showing the way. I had imagined them to create an aura of intellect around them. I had imagined them to be humble and satiated with a desire to share their knowledge and experience, but not preach them! And sadly, the only one who came close to my expectations was a professor from London, who gave an expert lecture on humanoids. Sadly, our professors failed miserably in all departments.
Sometimes I feel professors shouldn't be blamed so much. Especially when you consider the intellect of our class. Barring a few people, nobody was studying for his/her own thirst. It was a shame to discuss studies with them, when some couldn't even differentiate between horizontal and vertical. And it was more shameful to note that many of them didn't even care about that. And it wasn't just an outcome of reservations. The very people, who supposedly fared well in 12th, fared miserably in making a mark for themselves during study discussions. They were interested in eve teasing, creating trivial jokes, creating troubles, speaking ill of others, etc. It wasn't a surprise, then, that whoever fared well, was left out, treated as an invalid, as an outsider, to be ridiculed and joked about. It wasn't just jealousy, it was their inner diffidence about themselves, that erupted in such forms. There were groups who only talked about creating troubles. And mob culture was rampant. It was shame for me, that sometimes I too succumbed to the temptation and joined them. But many times I had revolted. And met with surprising resistance. They simply didn't want to let go off their safe heaven of diffidence and improve. No, most of them studied for BE degree just because it gave them a nice matrimonial qualification. What was surprising was that even the nicer lot couldn't stand up to the wrong. One more aspect of my fellow students was their hollowness in general friendship. There were some very close groups. But groupism and ghettoism always lead to differences. Very few people were trustworthy. You could never count on many of them, for anything at all. All would agree to go out for the weekend, but then never surface. What made their act wrong was their blatant carelessness in not even informing the rest of us. What however, was disturbing, was to see double standards praised and blunt frankness brandished as hypocrisy. Diplomacy ruled the circles. Whoever called a spade a spade, was considered as a cheat. Very few people could decipher the difference between changing opinion due to new revelations, and blatant hypocrisy. I had tried being a friend of everyone, while many of my classmates were friends with only some people. I always despised ghettoism and tried to be with everyone, and getting close to only some people whose wavelength matched with mine, but still trying to maintain a nice relationship with all. And what rewards did I get? Because I spent time with everyone and not some people in general, I was immediately classified as someone who tags with "other" people, who befriends only girls and few guys. I wonder if friendship meant spending time only and only with those particular guys and no one else. And on top of that, I couldn't fare well when it came to deep friendships. My emotional investments in people resulted in misery due to groupism. I do not state that I was perfect. I made many mistakes too. But shouldn't transparency be considered better than diplomacy? And people seemed to have perfected the art of backbiting. They never seemed to have the guts to stand up and speak anything on the face. The people who acted macho in public were uncomfortable when I spoke on their face when their face was dirty, figuratively speaking. And wasn't speaking on face a better act of friendship than backbiting? And then there were people who kept crying and crying with absolutely no self-respect. And some who kept on blabbering non-sense all through 4 years, some who were the height of pessimism, etc. I felt choked at times, felt my bile churning at their sight. I have nothing against their imperfections, it's their non-acceptance and opacity regarding those points that makes me want to puke on their faces.
Not all mates were like that, though. I enjoyed being with few people because they shared my points of view of frankness. And many were intellectual enough to have a meaningful talk with. And somehow, this intellect always seemed to overshadow their imperfections. I shall always be indebted to them and shall always miss them. Even though small in number, they have always overshadowed the ill of others. And I only wish my friendship with them, stands the test of time.
The lesser said about our management, the better. They have fared too badly, when compared to expectations one must have considering their vast experience. Compulsory spiritual lectures, banning mobiles in campus and then promoting electronics and communications, dividing bus stops on false pretexts of better management, and allowing the buses to spoilt the decorum of campus by parking on the roads, and then preaching the need of proper decorum and discipline, forcing discipline while doing nothing about recreation which was the root of indiscipline by stressed out students, etc are just some of their idiotic decisions. They have always held on to silly trivial issues while letting important issues pass without a blink of an eyelid. They have always kept their own comfort and ease above students needs and advertised the college as an over the counter drug, while failing to understand that there is no better advertisement than students themselves! I shall not divulge into their misdeeds, as it would be too unimpressive.
Well, so after four years, I am confused and dissatisfied. And am wondering about the rest of my life. There are few more questions but those will be explored in the next posts.
Well, four years weren't all that bad, but weren't all that pleasing too. I have mixed feelings; or rather lack any extreme feeling. But yes one thing is for sure - for good or for bad, these four years will be memorable. Always.
Cheers!!!
I tried sounding ebullient after the end of exams. But this facade was as thin as silicon wafers. It's true that I will not suffer the hypocritical decisions of the college management. And I shall not meet many of my friends. But at the end of four years, I feel lost and a lot dissatisfied.
I remember, when I first stepped into this college, I had already gone through a rough patch. And I had decided to make good friends and live a new life in college. I had many expectations. I expected great humorous professors, interactive teaching sessions, great canteen tea, close friends with whom I would hang out and face many adventures, some great girls to befriend and maybe more, etc etc. And sadly, most of it never came true. There are some harsh facts about life that I suddenly faced. It need not be stated that there were as many girls in our branch, as hairs on Amrish Puri's scalp. But that wasn't a serious flaw in our college.
The very first thing I found out was that most of the teachers weren't teaching at all. They were doing their bloody job. It didn't matter to them what was right or not. It didn't matter to them whether students understood or not. All that mattered to them was the paycheck they received every month. There were a few exceptions. Notably, the professors who taught us EME, MD, DOM, TE1. And sadly the buck stops there (if I have missed out someone please condone the ignorance). I mean, teachers spoon-feeding in schools was okie. But in college? I remember how some professors went on a narcissist speech about their degrees and how much more they know compared with us, when asked a simple question as to why we were studying some method. I remember professors sounding helpful in class and then stating they couldn't teach when approached in teacher's room, because, although they were sitting free, they were supposedly on vacation. I can go on a tirade talking about professors who made us write everything they spoke, who kept blabbering about their past colleges and industrial experience while never showing the relation of those experiences with what we studied, who taught only from university exams point of view, who spoke the text book by rote and couldn't answer a single question outside the pre-determined course, who did masters or Ph.D. just to get higher pay as asst. professor... etc etc. But then, this would take ages to write. I have always wondered all through my four years, why couldn't teachers be a bit more involved in their "work". And how is it worth studying under teachers whose concepts are as sturdy as a sand castle? Why are they full of egos? Its true they are or might be more experienced. But doesn't vanity nullify all accolades? How many of them have done more than what they were required by the college management to do? I had imagined college professors to incite a flame of inquisitiveness in us. And then leave it for us to explore those options. I had imagined them to help us out of our quandaries, not by pulling, but rather by showing the way. I had imagined them to create an aura of intellect around them. I had imagined them to be humble and satiated with a desire to share their knowledge and experience, but not preach them! And sadly, the only one who came close to my expectations was a professor from London, who gave an expert lecture on humanoids. Sadly, our professors failed miserably in all departments.
Sometimes I feel professors shouldn't be blamed so much. Especially when you consider the intellect of our class. Barring a few people, nobody was studying for his/her own thirst. It was a shame to discuss studies with them, when some couldn't even differentiate between horizontal and vertical. And it was more shameful to note that many of them didn't even care about that. And it wasn't just an outcome of reservations. The very people, who supposedly fared well in 12th, fared miserably in making a mark for themselves during study discussions. They were interested in eve teasing, creating trivial jokes, creating troubles, speaking ill of others, etc. It wasn't a surprise, then, that whoever fared well, was left out, treated as an invalid, as an outsider, to be ridiculed and joked about. It wasn't just jealousy, it was their inner diffidence about themselves, that erupted in such forms. There were groups who only talked about creating troubles. And mob culture was rampant. It was shame for me, that sometimes I too succumbed to the temptation and joined them. But many times I had revolted. And met with surprising resistance. They simply didn't want to let go off their safe heaven of diffidence and improve. No, most of them studied for BE degree just because it gave them a nice matrimonial qualification. What was surprising was that even the nicer lot couldn't stand up to the wrong. One more aspect of my fellow students was their hollowness in general friendship. There were some very close groups. But groupism and ghettoism always lead to differences. Very few people were trustworthy. You could never count on many of them, for anything at all. All would agree to go out for the weekend, but then never surface. What made their act wrong was their blatant carelessness in not even informing the rest of us. What however, was disturbing, was to see double standards praised and blunt frankness brandished as hypocrisy. Diplomacy ruled the circles. Whoever called a spade a spade, was considered as a cheat. Very few people could decipher the difference between changing opinion due to new revelations, and blatant hypocrisy. I had tried being a friend of everyone, while many of my classmates were friends with only some people. I always despised ghettoism and tried to be with everyone, and getting close to only some people whose wavelength matched with mine, but still trying to maintain a nice relationship with all. And what rewards did I get? Because I spent time with everyone and not some people in general, I was immediately classified as someone who tags with "other" people, who befriends only girls and few guys. I wonder if friendship meant spending time only and only with those particular guys and no one else. And on top of that, I couldn't fare well when it came to deep friendships. My emotional investments in people resulted in misery due to groupism. I do not state that I was perfect. I made many mistakes too. But shouldn't transparency be considered better than diplomacy? And people seemed to have perfected the art of backbiting. They never seemed to have the guts to stand up and speak anything on the face. The people who acted macho in public were uncomfortable when I spoke on their face when their face was dirty, figuratively speaking. And wasn't speaking on face a better act of friendship than backbiting? And then there were people who kept crying and crying with absolutely no self-respect. And some who kept on blabbering non-sense all through 4 years, some who were the height of pessimism, etc. I felt choked at times, felt my bile churning at their sight. I have nothing against their imperfections, it's their non-acceptance and opacity regarding those points that makes me want to puke on their faces.
Not all mates were like that, though. I enjoyed being with few people because they shared my points of view of frankness. And many were intellectual enough to have a meaningful talk with. And somehow, this intellect always seemed to overshadow their imperfections. I shall always be indebted to them and shall always miss them. Even though small in number, they have always overshadowed the ill of others. And I only wish my friendship with them, stands the test of time.
The lesser said about our management, the better. They have fared too badly, when compared to expectations one must have considering their vast experience. Compulsory spiritual lectures, banning mobiles in campus and then promoting electronics and communications, dividing bus stops on false pretexts of better management, and allowing the buses to spoilt the decorum of campus by parking on the roads, and then preaching the need of proper decorum and discipline, forcing discipline while doing nothing about recreation which was the root of indiscipline by stressed out students, etc are just some of their idiotic decisions. They have always held on to silly trivial issues while letting important issues pass without a blink of an eyelid. They have always kept their own comfort and ease above students needs and advertised the college as an over the counter drug, while failing to understand that there is no better advertisement than students themselves! I shall not divulge into their misdeeds, as it would be too unimpressive.
Well, so after four years, I am confused and dissatisfied. And am wondering about the rest of my life. There are few more questions but those will be explored in the next posts.
Well, four years weren't all that bad, but weren't all that pleasing too. I have mixed feelings; or rather lack any extreme feeling. But yes one thing is for sure - for good or for bad, these four years will be memorable. Always.
Cheers!!!
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