10:10 am… Seems like a moment students wait for to get out of the sleep inducing classes and run to either Bru or Snacky and grab a cup of coffee to revive themselves after the long monotonous never ending lectures. Meanwhile, the attendance at Bru or Snacky is something any prof would be more than glad to find in his own class but unfortunately it is a hypothetical situation.
Talking of “hypothetical situations” in class, is it one where a sir actually won’t induce you to sleep or you actually understand everything he tries to teach without even suffering from OHT (Over Head Transmission) for once or is it when the sir cancels the class and is generous enough to give full attendance???
Imagine if they served good coffee, pastries, gulab jamuns in the mess. Then what would happen to the swarming crowd in Bru or Snacky or even canteen? But as long as it is NITT, such a thing would never happen, because then how will the college do justice to Buhari, Classic foods??? Tactfully the mess food should be dreadfully bad or else no sales in snacky or canteen might lead to their disheartening close down.
My very mind wished to wander more, when suddenly a nudge from my friend brought me back to reality. Timely enough, I heard sir say in his same monotonous voice, “Roll no 39”. Promptly enough did I reply, “yes sir” as a sincere student and smiled at myself, only if he knew the world I was touring…
Beautiful Mind
27 September, 2007
21 September, 2007
WALK TWO MOONS
“Don’t judge a person until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.”
In the moccasins of “The clock Tower”
Tick tick tick, I go day and night, ticking away in my own rhythm, right there, up so high on the tower. Aahhh!!! there’s something really grand about my position, a large number of people actually spraining their necks to look up to me isn’t a small deal.
Seasons come, seasons go, through the rains and summer I stand there, erect at my position, generously showing time to anyone and everyone. There are times I particularly remember when time seems to fly, (I’m not joking, I’m well aware of the system running within me).
Festember- a celebration of moods, an epitome of colours is one of those times when I too sneak in the opportunity to have a bit of thrill and excitement in my otherwise so monotonous life. Festember brings with itself a tide of enthusiasm, new faces and a fresh touch of sparkle to the campus. And somewhere in the midst of the joie de vivre of the students, I too find my own happiness- proudly showing time to new faces, seeing people loitering around all confused in the campus, love birds making their most in the food stalls, the barn indefatigably hosting events endlessly from dawn to dusk, the general “NITT” bovines finding their way through the herd of people walking around...
And there I stand up so high, silently discerning the whole spirit of Festember, trying to walk two moons in every student’s moccasins when my eyes catch hold of this very new face sketching an overview of the campus where I inevitably occupy the most esteemed position. That alone makes my day!!!
In the moccasins of “The clock Tower”
Tick tick tick, I go day and night, ticking away in my own rhythm, right there, up so high on the tower. Aahhh!!! there’s something really grand about my position, a large number of people actually spraining their necks to look up to me isn’t a small deal.
Seasons come, seasons go, through the rains and summer I stand there, erect at my position, generously showing time to anyone and everyone. There are times I particularly remember when time seems to fly, (I’m not joking, I’m well aware of the system running within me).
Festember- a celebration of moods, an epitome of colours is one of those times when I too sneak in the opportunity to have a bit of thrill and excitement in my otherwise so monotonous life. Festember brings with itself a tide of enthusiasm, new faces and a fresh touch of sparkle to the campus. And somewhere in the midst of the joie de vivre of the students, I too find my own happiness- proudly showing time to new faces, seeing people loitering around all confused in the campus, love birds making their most in the food stalls, the barn indefatigably hosting events endlessly from dawn to dusk, the general “NITT” bovines finding their way through the herd of people walking around...
And there I stand up so high, silently discerning the whole spirit of Festember, trying to walk two moons in every student’s moccasins when my eyes catch hold of this very new face sketching an overview of the campus where I inevitably occupy the most esteemed position. That alone makes my day!!!
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