The Perils in the Life of the Indian Student

>> Friday, December 14, 2007

While the whole country discusses in a hush tone the degeneration of the moral responsibility of students regarding the all important question of the health and mortality of their fellow classmates, one remains tolerantly amused. Yes, murder is a serious threat to the peace our society is accustomed to, but it is such a rare occurrence that one glances over the newspaper, tut-tuts, and promptly switches over to semi-naked pictures of Hrithik Roshan in the entertainment section.

OK, one does not do exactly that, but one does exaggerate a bit. But let one go on to what one means to post about.

The average student life is fraught with enough mortal dangers. Even if one decides to forgo the possibility of self annihilation, education is not exactly a path of strewn lilies. There are blood thirsty teachers, spending years of their lives waiting for that one particular bit of homework, which inspires and alleviates one to the level of hair pulling younger siblings. Of course, they take it too literally, and there is a certain amount of one sided hair pulling involved, but one does not go further into it either. The case in point was never very satisfactorily solved. Of course if the teacher does not get you, there are always your classmates. Even if most do not have access to revolvers, they could always get you with a good hard shove in the back. Of course if you manage to dodge classmates, its usually the volleyball which has it for you, or the chair has a faulty leg, or the chalk gets you in the eye. If not facing enough impediment from the inanimate world, you could of course get yourself. Let the shot put drop on your leg, be a boy, or just find yourself dozing in the class. Danger lurks at every corridor corner, behind every library shelf, inside every cobwebby desk shelf.

But these, are of course common dangers. There are also the more unusual, though not unknown forms of dangers. These kind of dangers are first intimated the day before voting day for election of the college union. Knowing one's perfectly apolitical stance, party members and hopeful representatives, people who never look twice at one during average, non-political days, begin calling you up and talking about providing bodyguards on your way to the college. When the same one is not exactly built on slender lines, and is accustomed to carrying The Suitable Boy as a light read in ones bag, one begins to wonder on what diabolical plans the opposition might be planning to actually nullify the effects of both of ones strongest weapons. Kidnapping- possible. Threatening- probable. Sexual Harassment- not unheard of. But one braves all odds. One refuses guards. One goes to college and immediately realizes both parties are waiting for one because most votes are known except one's. One revels in the importance. Then one feels foolish. Then one gets disgusted. One somehow manages to elude the hypocritical fools and vote for one she hopes is lesser of the two evils. One thankfully goes back home. Then does the excitement start.

News starts pouring in. Two members of one of the parties have been kidnapped. There has been a lathi charge. The winning CR has been gheraoed. The principal has been gheraoed. Students have been arrested. You switch on the news and see the person you usually sit behind of getting beaten up. It becomes an unreal world. Not the place you drag your sorry behind to morning classes. More so when the kidnapped guys actually have been arrested for eve teasing a woman. And these are the people we vote as our representatives.

The actual danger all this while had been the idea that a couple of eighteen year old students actually believe they realize what political ideology is all about. But then, how many older people can claim knowing it either?

Of course, there is another sort of danger, which does not really lead to physical harm...I think. At school, a girl with lovely, shiny hair used to sit in front of one. One and her were never particularly good friends. But one envied her lovely hair. One used to wonder whether ones superior intellectual skills ( modesty is not one's besetting sins) was a compensation enough.

One day, one grows up. One enters college. One decides to do the ultimate grown up thing. One consults a few friends. One goes out and buys beer. One drinks beer illegally at Forum. One actually opens it with her teeth in the bathroom at BURP! Transfers it to a cold drink glass and drinks beer openly. One gets a little high. Ones friends actually get drunk on beer, having no constitution whatsoever. One meets the lovely haired girl. One knows she is in one of the city's premier colleges studying some obscure subject. Girl says she is very happy. Girl is 18 and she is getting married to someone seven years older than her in a matter of two weeks. Ones friends and one keel over in shock. One thinks one is having hallucinations. Three weeks later, one meets the same girl, in jeans and sindoor.

An year later, when one struggles with her first University examination paper, shiny haired girl struggles to bring the first of her many babies to this world, education and ambition long forgotten. Girl is perfectly happy. One is perfectly happy too. In different worlds. Where one is still a child and another a mother of one.

One wonders, is one too judgmental?

21 scaly flippers:

~Moo-lah Buz!nezzz~ 1:15 am, December 16, 2007  

Damn but ouch!
Wasnt that a bit too rough on Mr.One.??

On a lighter note,umm,that hair pulling incident.Do you really do that.Considering I'm a younger 'male' sibling,I always do think we get off easy.

Doubletake, Doublethink. 2:07 am, December 16, 2007  

right on. i do not understand why killing classmates is so fashionable all of a sudden when one's entire school life is testimony to much more unspeakable things.

Bubbles of FireWhisky 8:21 am, December 16, 2007  

hmmm... d way u wrote this reminded me f george orwell 4 some reason... ur rite abt d educaion system... there's so much 2 crib abt... sigh...

n hey dnt b 2 hard on "one"...

Noisy Autist 10:44 am, December 16, 2007  

1. One is too judgmental. But rightfully so.
2. Yet, no point in cursing student life now... "It's 2 late 2night 2 drag the past out in2 the light."

ad libber 8:36 pm, December 16, 2007  

@ moo-lah
One is me!!! Its Miss One :x
I am not hard on myself. I always used to think people who lost out on chances because of marriage were sad cases, but they are so happy. For them, we may be the failures. Who knows?
As about the hair pulling incident, I was alluding to the very hyped case where a teacher pulled of a clump of a student's hair. And I don't do it. My younger sister does it. Younger siblings rock at making elder siblings bald.

@doubletake, doublethink
unspeakable is right. If a person could mention the horrors of a girl's school. Of course, most of it would be censored.
NB : I love my school. I speak in a general sense.

@bubbles
If you study under CU, yes!!!! George Orwell? Strange. Animal Farm was read so many eons ago.

@noisy autist
Not for me, ah, not yet.

WHAT'S IN A NAME ? 11:05 pm, December 16, 2007  

This one's different. And pleasantly so. Though pungent with the flavour of resident realities of our times you have touched vital issues here. The last para gives me the impression that there's more to come from 'Bonky and Pongo', that you have graduated to a higher level of understanding of life's numerous ironies. You say,"One is perfectly happy too. In different worlds. Where one is still a child and another a mother of one."......The import of these words were petrifying. Bravo!

ArSENik 1:16 am, December 17, 2007  

One may be judgmental, but that's one's prerogative. Contentment is like steak. Everyone gets theirs differently. So, one might enjoy some rare meat with some education and emancipation as side dishes while others prefer theirs well cooked, shared with little ones.

The Ancient Mariner 5:36 am, December 17, 2007  

frankly speaking, may be because i am a little high now, but i don't understand this! may be i am a little stupid considering everyone else has understood. Feeling sorry for this miss One though...the ultimate grown up thing for her is drinking beer and not loosing virginity! Grow up girley...few i believe too few ones think like this anymore!

Macadamia The Nut 9:29 am, December 18, 2007  

It read like any other tale. And then the last few lines hit me where it hurt the most - my comfort zone. Right you are! Some of us grow up in a hurry, and then there are those of us who procrastinate

Sam 7:14 pm, December 18, 2007  

nice read!! Presidency?

Abhishek... inside out 5:12 pm, December 19, 2007  

i liked what i read.
i do disagree on certain things coz i (honestly) never enjoy watching Hrithik semi, three quarters or (godd forbid it ever happens) fully naked.
but, i do agree that the education system is very bad in our country. that is why it is a 'system'. and that's how i console myself and have learnt to live within the system, to become a part of it, and to make sure evrybody who reads this comment realises that i am as much frustrated of teachers and school and college and stuff as they are, if they are that is.
i've seen guys who've studied with me and played childhood games with me turn into self-claiming 'DONs'.
believe me, it feels shittier than having him married. the guy was once my 'baaaeeesst fraend'.
but then, his hair sucked.

inihos 9:39 pm, December 19, 2007  

i could give a long lecture on the cons of terrible teachers...

and i have had friends who have got married at 17 and 18...da first time it happened, I thought I was perhaps daydreaming

Poojo C. 11:00 am, December 20, 2007  

I missed out on those violent CR elections in my insulated college.

At the end of the day, judgements don't really matter, as long as every One involved is happy.

Na.Su.Krishnan 9:05 pm, December 21, 2007  

I liked this the most "Girl is perfectly happy. One is perfectly happy too. In different worlds. Where one is still a child and another a mother of one."
Nice post again.

onnesha 2:04 pm, December 22, 2007  

NO.you are not being judgemental and NO,you are not the only one.
tehre are probably zillions out there who went through the same shit in school.envied some pretty haired thing.and all the time assumed her so called "intellectual skills" is working as a substitute for whatever she otherwise lacks(or is it?)
its all a been there done that or going to be there and doing that for all of us.
and the issue of being happy in our different worlds,its relative.isnt it?
i mean who could tell.me reading a book and floating in its fantasy for some weeks thereafter and the pretty haired thing having a baby,whats more gratifying?

dreamy 11:57 pm, December 23, 2007  

As long as you're happy.Plus, who judges who? There are no degrees as far as judgment goes.Its a natural thing. Being judgmental.

Macadamia The Nut 10:36 pm, December 24, 2007  

Merry Christmas friend!
:)

Macadamia The Nut 10:36 pm, December 24, 2007  

Merry Christmas friend!
:)

ad libber 2:46 am, December 26, 2007  

@dreamy
happiness is such a subjective thing.
The grass is always greener you know, and marriage sounds so delightful when you are studying something hopeless as monopolistic production.

@onnesha
we will never know

@krishnan
thank you

@poojo
you were lucky, but then you missed out on the sheer blood curdling excitement of watching your classmates being jailed or something.

@inihos
when she told me, i thought i was drunk. Sometimes, I wish I was.

@abhishek
thank god, it means lesser competition from you regarding hrithik.
the don part is the male version of marriage I guess. You see them as kids. Hard to see them taking such strange, alien responsibilities.

@sam
what makes you say so, I wonder.

@mac the nut
I do it by turns, and end up in a very weird middle age crisis when I am pretending I am 12.

@ancient mariner
I want my mommy? :(
I am 19, Going on 12. My priorities are way too confused.

@arsenik
ah, a good point there.

@WIAN
and just for the affrontation of having gravity and seriousness thrust on me :(. my next post will be about nothing.
Thank you though

Sam 5:03 pm, January 03, 2008  

i dunno.. somehow teh way u described ur college life... dats teh only college with stuff i have been acquainted with!!

ad libber 12:32 am, January 04, 2008  

ok, you are right :P
bingo

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