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It was a busy day again for all the students of IITD. It was 9 in the morning and everyone was exchanging lecture venues for the next class. I was moving from the workshop to 6LT1, the farthest I think one can get across in the institute area. In summer, it was a huge problem. Already fed up and confused of what was going on in the MAL250 class, you had no idea of what laid ahead, feeling the heat of the sun right in the sweaty back. In winters, it was bad again. This time, it was the cold that took its toll and made the walk even longer. In the way, there comes a narrow passage through the blocks. A new lecture theatre is being set up there and the children of the workers can be easily seen roaming around, wrapped in dust and playing with sand. Their future concerns me. It is such an irony that they have to be a part of a construction that they can only dream to take any use of.
It is on such day that these thoughts were filling me to brim and I was in no mood to take in any circuit theory. It is an instance of the time when the tunnel was very crowded with people rushing in an out to get to their next class. Suddenly, a tiny baby of around one, one and a half came strolling on his knees and sat in the middle of the passage. The students started to move around him so as to avoid any collision. The boy sat upright gazing right into the eyes of everyone. His eyes were shouting. It appeared as if they were saying that there is no point rushing, it still is yours. As soon as this thought came to my mind, my feet slowed and I kept turning around, until I was pushed beyond the vision by the crowd.
I kept wondering the entire day.
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Rendezvous came and went away, leaving sweet memories for everyone. The event is said to strengthen cultural ties between different colleges that participate and visit. But I don’t think that any one notice that even stronger ties are built between the students inside the institute. The street play still gossip together about the nights they spent together practicing rigorously in the academic area. The dance people still hold get together and the music people still sing together whenever they meet in the way.
But hey! Move on man!
I know that these things are hard to forget, but it becomes a problem when people do not want to forget them, because that gives them memories of something worth they have done in life. Consider a person with SRC on him. He loved dramatics and makes it to the final team of Rendezvous street play. He misses classes because of that. He never opens the book for the entire month. All his priorities are fixed on doing well in the street play. Rendezvous comes and goes. They still remain the street play team. They go to Antarigini. But they still are IIT students. They still have quizzes, still have minors and still have damn classes to attend. But they won’t do it. They still waste their time in that hallucination. They wish that the street play was back to make that study less period come back. And some of them are still in that hallucination.
Is it really hard to forget these things that you forget the thing you had come for in IIT?
I think that as there is a rule that extended degree students cannot play part in hostel activities, same should be done with the SRC students. That sums it up all.
It was a busy day again for all the students of IITD. It was 9 in the morning and everyone was exchanging lecture venues for the next class. I was moving from the workshop to 6LT1, the farthest I think one can get across in the institute area. In summer, it was a huge problem. Already fed up and confused of what was going on in the MAL250 class, you had no idea of what laid ahead, feeling the heat of the sun right in the sweaty back. In winters, it was bad again. This time, it was the cold that took its toll and made the walk even longer. In the way, there comes a narrow passage through the blocks. A new lecture theatre is being set up there and the children of the workers can be easily seen roaming around, wrapped in dust and playing with sand. Their future concerns me. It is such an irony that they have to be a part of a construction that they can only dream to take any use of.
It is on such day that these thoughts were filling me to brim and I was in no mood to take in any circuit theory. It is an instance of the time when the tunnel was very crowded with people rushing in an out to get to their next class. Suddenly, a tiny baby of around one, one and a half came strolling on his knees and sat in the middle of the passage. The students started to move around him so as to avoid any collision. The boy sat upright gazing right into the eyes of everyone. His eyes were shouting. It appeared as if they were saying that there is no point rushing, it still is yours. As soon as this thought came to my mind, my feet slowed and I kept turning around, until I was pushed beyond the vision by the crowd.
I kept wondering the entire day.
Scene 2:
Rendezvous came and went away, leaving sweet memories for everyone. The event is said to strengthen cultural ties between different colleges that participate and visit. But I don’t think that any one notice that even stronger ties are built between the students inside the institute. The street play still gossip together about the nights they spent together practicing rigorously in the academic area. The dance people still hold get together and the music people still sing together whenever they meet in the way.
But hey! Move on man!
I know that these things are hard to forget, but it becomes a problem when people do not want to forget them, because that gives them memories of something worth they have done in life. Consider a person with SRC on him. He loved dramatics and makes it to the final team of Rendezvous street play. He misses classes because of that. He never opens the book for the entire month. All his priorities are fixed on doing well in the street play. Rendezvous comes and goes. They still remain the street play team. They go to Antarigini. But they still are IIT students. They still have quizzes, still have minors and still have damn classes to attend. But they won’t do it. They still waste their time in that hallucination. They wish that the street play was back to make that study less period come back. And some of them are still in that hallucination.
Is it really hard to forget these things that you forget the thing you had come for in IIT?
I think that as there is a rule that extended degree students cannot play part in hostel activities, same should be done with the SRC students. That sums it up all.
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