A Mutiny against our college
- Against our course - Against our HOD!!!
Ha ha ha !!!
- Against our course - Against our HOD!!!
Ha ha ha !!!
Friday, March 24, 2006
For your kind perusal
Here is Revolt 3
Every student has an eternal probl;em with all those never ending assignments which seem to flow out of this small orifice with a great elastic nature. I mean, how on earth can somebody come up with 17 assignments to be submitted with in 75 days???? Tell me. I dont get the idea completely. And every lecturer giving out one of these assignments has the feeling that her's is ONLY course we are undertaking and that her subject is the most important subject. Damn! Give me a break guys, if you have a problem with your collegue, sort it out with that person, instead why burden innocent souls with assignments?
So thats the issue - too many assignments. What does a normal bathch or students do in such a situation? CRIB, and yet do a shabby work and submit some struff to score some minimal marks. But we are abnormal. We are revolutionary. We believe in making ourselves heard. In short we REVOLT.
The idea - A signature campaign. A letter addressed to the HOD, Dean of Media and The Head of the Institution. The master brain - yours truly. :-)
A letter is drafted. Read out in class. Sent aroud for collecting signatures. First part of the task is done. Next, handing it over to the HOD. The Union Leader, with a couple of others, sneak into the staff room and discreetly place the envelope on her table. Get back to class and anticipate the explosion. Wisphers heard in class went this way:
"We are in deep shit dude"
"FUCK"
"We rock man"
"I am sure the lady is unable to make any sense of it" and so on...
The moment we were all eagerly waiting for dawns upon us. "Shoo.. shes here"..
HOD: What do you mean by this ma? (Holding up the letter in her hand, like it were an election manifesto)
Class bursts into explaining what the problem is and how we are traumatized in our first semester of college and why the nature and magnitude of the assignments should be toned down.
She listens to it all like she were meditaing and we were chanting the Gayatri Mantra.
She rises her hand expecting us to mellow. But no! We go on. She waits on.
The wait ends.
HOD: Okay ma. You make a schedule of how and when you want to submit the assigments. But please submit the language assignmenmts on time, i am receiving lot of complaints.
Class: Fish Market
Happy Times. The signature Campaign worked magic. We rocked. Every student was ranting bout the revolt to her friends in other departments. Reactions captured were thus:
Machchaaan... Amazing da...
Cool Yaar
How dijja manage it
Jaw just dropped for a few and took long to digest the fact.
Hope this inspires a few to revolt.
Posted by Susmita ::
10:59 pm ::
28 Comments:
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Thursday, March 09, 2006
The F - G interaction
That was That. The backgrounder given by Nina is good enough, hence I am not going to elaborate on the incidents that preceeded the "action".
We were on the fourth floor corridor, G, F, V and a second G. F, V and second G belong to the third year. Whereas G was a second year student. The two years have enough friction and no lubricant has ever worked towards decreasing the friction. I happened to "be" at the crime scene, while the rest (9 students) were in class duscussing how sad it would be to cheer for "Nova Conclave"..
F was looking at G, second G and V were standing behind F, showing symbolically that F was not alone and that G was support less. But I happened to be there when it all happened. It struck like lightening and as evidence we had a 19year old with a red nose crying. The look that F gave G was too offensive I presume which kinda instigated G to say "What do you think you are looking at like that?",, and all I know happened next was G's palm was flat on F's nose !!
That was the defining moment. Need I say more? A junior slapped her senior. History created once again.
So, holding her nose, F ran to the HOD's desk wailing to complain about G's behaviour, attitude, psyche and what not. It was a crazy day. But in all this confusion and conflict, the source of the conflict just left the crime scene. She cared a damn about F and the HOD.
It was a long day, to cut it short, was crap.
The next day. All seniors come to college in BLACK!!! To protest I guess. They made fools of themselves. Buffoons to say the least.
There was a long session of diplomatic talks with my HOD with all the three years present. It was something like
HOD: Do you think what you have done is right?
Blank
HOD: G, I want you to apologize
Blank
HOD: Let journalism not participate in Jhankar
Silence
HOD: I want to solve this issue
Pin drop silence
......
At the end of the exceptionally quite diplmatic talk, G had to apologize. We participated in Jhankar. Nina was challeneged to carry off the fashion show. And Voila! Nina - Miss Jhankar!!! The icing in the cake, a nose cut.
Hisotry, Happiness and revenge.
Posted by Susmita ::
6:42 am ::
10 Comments:
---------------oOo---------------
For your kind perusal
Here is Revolt 3Every student has an eternal probl;em with all those never ending assignments which seem to flow out of this small orifice with a great elastic nature. I mean, how on earth can somebody come up with 17 assignments to be submitted with in 75 days???? Tell me. I dont get the idea completely. And every lecturer giving out one of these assignments has the feeling that her's is ONLY course we are undertaking and that her subject is the most important subject. Damn! Give me a break guys, if you have a problem with your collegue, sort it out with that person, instead why burden innocent souls with assignments?
So thats the issue - too many assignments. What does a normal bathch or students do in such a situation? CRIB, and yet do a shabby work and submit some struff to score some minimal marks. But we are abnormal. We are revolutionary. We believe in making ourselves heard. In short we REVOLT.
The idea - A signature campaign. A letter addressed to the HOD, Dean of Media and The Head of the Institution. The master brain - yours truly. :-)
A letter is drafted. Read out in class. Sent aroud for collecting signatures. First part of the task is done. Next, handing it over to the HOD. The Union Leader, with a couple of others, sneak into the staff room and discreetly place the envelope on her table. Get back to class and anticipate the explosion. Wisphers heard in class went this way:
"We are in deep shit dude"
"FUCK"
"We rock man"
"I am sure the lady is unable to make any sense of it" and so on...
The moment we were all eagerly waiting for dawns upon us. "Shoo.. shes here"..
HOD: What do you mean by this ma? (Holding up the letter in her hand, like it were an election manifesto)
Class bursts into explaining what the problem is and how we are traumatized in our first semester of college and why the nature and magnitude of the assignments should be toned down.
She listens to it all like she were meditaing and we were chanting the Gayatri Mantra.
She rises her hand expecting us to mellow. But no! We go on. She waits on.
The wait ends.
HOD: Okay ma. You make a schedule of how and when you want to submit the assigments. But please submit the language assignmenmts on time, i am receiving lot of complaints.
Class: Fish Market
Happy Times. The signature Campaign worked magic. We rocked. Every student was ranting bout the revolt to her friends in other departments. Reactions captured were thus:
Machchaaan... Amazing da...
Cool Yaar
How dijja manage it
Jaw just dropped for a few and took long to digest the fact.
Hope this inspires a few to revolt.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
The F - G interaction
That was That. The backgrounder given by Nina is good enough, hence I am not going to elaborate on the incidents that preceeded the "action".
We were on the fourth floor corridor, G, F, V and a second G. F, V and second G belong to the third year. Whereas G was a second year student. The two years have enough friction and no lubricant has ever worked towards decreasing the friction. I happened to "be" at the crime scene, while the rest (9 students) were in class duscussing how sad it would be to cheer for "Nova Conclave"..
F was looking at G, second G and V were standing behind F, showing symbolically that F was not alone and that G was support less. But I happened to be there when it all happened. It struck like lightening and as evidence we had a 19year old with a red nose crying. The look that F gave G was too offensive I presume which kinda instigated G to say "What do you think you are looking at like that?",, and all I know happened next was G's palm was flat on F's nose !!
That was the defining moment. Need I say more? A junior slapped her senior. History created once again.
So, holding her nose, F ran to the HOD's desk wailing to complain about G's behaviour, attitude, psyche and what not. It was a crazy day. But in all this confusion and conflict, the source of the conflict just left the crime scene. She cared a damn about F and the HOD.
It was a long day, to cut it short, was crap.
The next day. All seniors come to college in BLACK!!! To protest I guess. They made fools of themselves. Buffoons to say the least.
There was a long session of diplomatic talks with my HOD with all the three years present. It was something like
HOD: Do you think what you have done is right?
Blank
HOD: G, I want you to apologize
Blank
HOD: Let journalism not participate in Jhankar
Silence
HOD: I want to solve this issue
Pin drop silence
......
At the end of the exceptionally quite diplmatic talk, G had to apologize. We participated in Jhankar. Nina was challeneged to carry off the fashion show. And Voila! Nina - Miss Jhankar!!! The icing in the cake, a nose cut.
Hisotry, Happiness and revenge.
Posted by Susmita ::
6:42 am ::
10 Comments:
---------------oOo---------------
The F - G interaction
That was That. The backgrounder given by Nina is good enough, hence I am not going to elaborate on the incidents that preceeded the "action".We were on the fourth floor corridor, G, F, V and a second G. F, V and second G belong to the third year. Whereas G was a second year student. The two years have enough friction and no lubricant has ever worked towards decreasing the friction. I happened to "be" at the crime scene, while the rest (9 students) were in class duscussing how sad it would be to cheer for "Nova Conclave"..
F was looking at G, second G and V were standing behind F, showing symbolically that F was not alone and that G was support less. But I happened to be there when it all happened. It struck like lightening and as evidence we had a 19year old with a red nose crying. The look that F gave G was too offensive I presume which kinda instigated G to say "What do you think you are looking at like that?",, and all I know happened next was G's palm was flat on F's nose !!
That was the defining moment. Need I say more? A junior slapped her senior. History created once again.
So, holding her nose, F ran to the HOD's desk wailing to complain about G's behaviour, attitude, psyche and what not. It was a crazy day. But in all this confusion and conflict, the source of the conflict just left the crime scene. She cared a damn about F and the HOD.
It was a long day, to cut it short, was crap.
The next day. All seniors come to college in BLACK!!! To protest I guess. They made fools of themselves. Buffoons to say the least.
There was a long session of diplomatic talks with my HOD with all the three years present. It was something like
HOD: Do you think what you have done is right?
Blank
HOD: G, I want you to apologize
Blank
HOD: Let journalism not participate in Jhankar
Silence
HOD: I want to solve this issue
Pin drop silence
......
At the end of the exceptionally quite diplmatic talk, G had to apologize. We participated in Jhankar. Nina was challeneged to carry off the fashion show. And Voila! Nina - Miss Jhankar!!! The icing in the cake, a nose cut.
Hisotry, Happiness and revenge.
