My Worst Favorite....
Guess there is no escaping PS II now. Least I expected was Lucknow under floods (I call it hoping for the best, c’mon Kanpur is just 2 hours from here), the station getting cancelled and we being shifted to some place where life could have been remotely social.Reluctantly, I finished unpacking my suitcase yesterday…Mom’s lime pickle…Banana chips…Pictures from back home…of friends at BITS…. my 21st birthday blast…. I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic.
Happened to read through my diary, meticulously written, my first semester at BITS almost came alive. Here goes one such excerpt, must have been after one of those PhysicsI tests. I remember I almost always used to hand over a blank answer book…
“From the heart of a bleeding Bitsian cometh this agony, a silent scream, which has been chained into this vicious bondage. A typical Bitsian haunted by numerous tests, assignments, submissions, vivas, which not only serve the purpose of futile incessant cramming of mere textual knowledge but also eat up into ones own valuable time.
Whether one wakes up to the sad reality that spending precious time in endeavors which fetch us nothing but a mere grade, all in mysterious cumulation of the four letter word that rules every Bitsian psyche, CGPA…(gone are those days when the four letter word that ruled teenage lives was LOVE??)
In the end, we ask ourselves, What do we get out of this bullcrap?…..Is this how the system proudly claims to be flexible?…..Will BITS of the old resurrect out of……”
Out of habit my diary entries always remain incomplete. Usually because my ideas seem to go stagnant, my chain of thoughts abruptly broken…. Like right now…
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