Thursday, August 9, 2007
Physically the most imposing structure in the academic area ,it is just 4 storeys of racks jam packed with manuscripts and monstrous volumes stacked in never ending rows .Aisles after aisles of nothingness ,there are carved in between plenty of dark corners for dark deeds.these dark deed s are not what most of your dirty minds are conjuring up(yours truly included);those dark deeds are voluntarily abstained from in iitk(this is a separate topic to be dealt in more detail later i can actually write a novel on this).haan..so these dark deeds are the act of committing magai(pronounced magai) on days more than 48 hours away from the nearest exams.The situation 48 hours before an exam will be dealt in length a paragraph ;later..One of the most daring crimes that you could commit here is to go to the library,even for an as innocous reason as getting a novel issued;within the aforesaid 48 hours after a mid sem or end semester exam.Case have been known in which people had been publicly 'branded' a maggu-for-life ,a curse for any wannabe-cool-guy though some pyschopathic maggus take it as an honour and continue with this morality defying stunts many times over:0
The pychopaths are a separate fraternity here,well identified and mostly the object of ridicule for the 'maangbharo sajna 'hairstyle type cool-ies(see the pun see the pun!!what great shakespeare lies beneath me see!!?)though it is usually brushed under the carpet that these are the saviours of the masses in their wings during the biannual mega event that the dean of academic affairs organises for testing the mental faculties of his herd.the lib also has phases just like the moon only the period is less and the changes more stark.when the sem starts, the lib seems to have shed its people,the alleys are huge whispering galleries,'door door tak sannnata aur khamoshi ka raaj.' Anyways this is the time when you can actually study something meaningful .The reason is that first of all you can rest assured wont be a target for maggu hunters because no one can actually convict you of being in the library without himself being caught at 'mauka-e-vardaat'.Since the fear is mutual ,the whole affair would be brushed over by the two guilty parties.
The downside of this phase is that you have a pretty big chance of being held guilty by a fast track court(which in current parlance means ,a group of your batchmates hanging out near the canteen or the phatta fields on your way home to safety ) hurriedly convened to pounce upon any wayward fool who dares to defy their police of making merry till hell freezes over (by which i ,once again refer to the lovely exams i so much covet) :D ...Moreover the lib takes on a catacomb like' texture' so that after sometime the silence;which was so nicely silent the whole time; starts to hurt your ears and you ,at last have to give in to the lure of the latest movie that your friends are enjoying back in the hostel rooms.ALL in all this is a very uneventful time of the year though i must say most reputations are built at this time of the half year.
This was one end of the spectrum ,now i will fast forward to the other extreme end ,the dawn of the END SEMESTER EXAMINATIONS ha ha ha(a loud guffaw)and then a hee hee hee(a sly one).Anyways this is the legally and morally approved time when everyone is allowed ,no, expected to take up magai as a short term course.Just three days before the end sems the throng starts to build up to the final crescendo .Since we are granted 3 study holidays and that the lib opens up round the clock the M word becomes a twenty four hours affair .Every lobby ever nook and cranny is stuffed full of students,intent on making the top grades.the atmosphere is not gloomy if thats what you are imagining .it actually is quite like a village mela(if you have had the chance of going to one.Maintain silence is h=just one of the lib rules to be broken with people on 24 hr duty actually bring pillows to get thru the night ;bringing tooth brushes isn't an unheard of phenomenon ,especially among the bonkers ,eh i beg your pardon,the professional bunkers of the batch.The xerox points inside the lib go up in fumes(not flames that would be way too much for an approximation) with the sheer load of photocopying the 'best notes of the sem' many times over.these notes are actually in more demand than the reference books piled up in the reserved section,obviously none give a damn abt learning something new for their own betterment ...duh...!!!Another thing that leaps to your eyes is the 'bheed' about some tables with people coming out and going in but the size doesn't diminish.you might have guessed these are the hubs of those wronged people ,those maggus,the butt of jokes over the last 5 odd months./These are the stars of the moment,in-demand,their every saucy rebuttals taken as a 'khoon ka ghoont' by the rebuked new comers (new to the lib i mean).Go to the 3rd floor,usually the least visited ones and you will see a full ll blown party up there.I pods ,mp3 players, laptops and habituated flirts(or lassus in our parlance) dot the landscape.There remains no distinction of night and day,people sleep from 7 am to 11 am to come back to duty for another 20 hours.The frenzy during these days has to be seen to be believed,to repeat a cliche.The library stands tall over all of them guiding them through their hurdles never once disappointed during the lean periods,confident in its knowledge that ultimately everyone has to come back to her to seek her guidance in their paths to their glorious future.and there she stand ,beautiful in her own way,never asking for anything but more books that can take her counsellees to the heights no one can imagine,and for a simple coffee vending machine so that the hapless ones dont have to trudge on in the middle of the night to the faraway coffee and snacks shack(ha ha what an anti climax).
On a more serious note Thank you ,Thank you for being there.
anyways withpout further ado here i embark on this quest ,a quest dedicated to the Old Faithfuls that stand guard over us making our lives a bit more 'liveable' and us , a bit less intent on commiting suicide (Counselling service are you reading this :> )
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Warning :i am usually a very morose kind of guy when it comes to opening up on the virtual landscape.My greatest emotional outburst yet had once surfaced on the scrapbook of my mom.I realise people want to be in my place ,IITian,Computer Sc.dept people say what more can i want than this orgy of a destiny pple crave for .Its a jackpot of a life isnt it a job ensured ,big Benjamins just round the corner after graduation.But i despise myself everyday i stay in this god forsaken place,everytime i step in the soulless library to read stuff i am supposed to be ,assumed to be proficient at ,every morniing i see the angry sun deceptively cool rising over the architectural bluff thats my hostel ,angry at the break it had to take overnight,all the more seething for revenge over the day.I hate the feel of the ruddy earth that sticks to my soles(pun fully intended) yeilding to my mass so as to accentuate the feeling of lethargy that is me,the cool airconditiooned air of the Computer centre that entices me to pour out myself into this horcrux of the devil.I cant bring myself to like this place even thoughit has now been a year since i settled down here.The pain, the anguish of leaving my parents behind;the fear of taking chrage of my life ;the feeling of relapsing into a coccoon ,the solitary confinement facility in midst of a large number of people who care about your wellbeing as much as they do for ...their hygiene( i agree its a very strnge analogy but if you have stayed in a boy's hostel you would appreciate what i intend to say;D )anyways it is such a sharp fall into the abyss from the time when i lay in the lap of my mother ,my sister as comfortable on the other side, my father watching over us not unlike his ancestors wwho protected their young ones with the ferocity of ...a ferocious animal, while the radiance and security that emanated from the loving care of my parents enveloped us .What bliss what happyness..never thought it would end like this ,none of us did..but it happened all the same.First my sister left for her studies then i did ,just shreds of a oneness torn apart and scattered all over the place.There does seem to be an explanation/reason behind this insanity, something about 'life' and 'everybody has to do it' or that 'you will get over it' but i dont see it rather i refuse to see it.The rationality of this separation would actually make it a science rather than the work of art life actually is....
i'll talk to you later bbye.