Day 93: Don’t call that gender bias now

A foot into Switzerland

The morning was spent on the streets in front of the visa processing center. We paid for premium services, meaning we did not have to stand in the infamous queues for a visa application. But that also meant we had nothing to do. So we stood around on the road, chatting with PGS.

The agents got us some fancy deal and we did not pay most of the visa fee. We’ll know soon what major games were at play. Overall, between herding the women around the office and collecting their money for the processing, I got a sense that I was their chaperoning teacher while PGS was just another student. Strange strange feeling being the responsible one.

Things got whacky when all the women wanted a ride back and we decided to stuff into the Red Beast. So that’s a record 9 passengers, with 4 upfront utilizing the baby seat to the fullest. It was a really stupid thing to do and I should learn to say no to such things soon.

Col Fr Dr TCM Sir

The Student Council had its first meeting with the big bosses today. So we were armed with all our suggestions and queries to make every student’s life better. Ha, where we stupid!

Here are the highlights:

  • A fist fight that broke out in the elevators because students were riding the wrong direction is a petty issue.
  • Faculty evaluation during the mid semesters is a matter of utmost interest: specially since nothing is done about the end-term evaluation itself. Faculty who have been consistently rated poorly are still enjoying free will.
  • A class cannot have 40 students, instead of the current 60, because who would compensate for the lakhs lost from those 20 students?
  • Libraries cannot be open on Sundays because we’re not getting enough footfalls on weekdays itself. And that’s how the value of a mall is calculated.
  • Students cannot understand anything that the teacher from Korea teaches. Too bad, we pay her a lot; so, have your students listen harder.
  • We cannot ask the food vendors to reduce plastic and stop selling plastic bottles on campus. Because, have you listened to Trump? Climate change is a farce and nobody is truly environmentally conscious now, are they?
  • Girls cannot wear leggings under their salwars because there are boys, and fathers, on campus. The leggings unleash the beast within them, I presume.
  • Easy access to sanitary napkins is something the Fr Col Dr VC doesn’t concern himself with. Because, he is a Father, you know, and let women bleed out of their vaginas; not like a Father is ever seeing one. Right?
  • Girl hostelites pay for their laundry while the boys don’t. And the girls are in their cages 30 minutes before the boys. Why? It is a needed precautions and don’t ask us why. And that is not gender discrimination now, Cmon!

2 hours, one vada and a coffee, later, it was very evident how powerful the Student Council in this University really was. It was evidently a facade of student representation, where all that was expected was for us to look pretty, hold umbrellas for cultural events and herd a crowd when needed.

Maybe what you told GardenMan is true, S. You guys are leading the #IndianCynics band, and looking at it all with dark shades.

Don’t mind me. I’m just sharing my doggie wisdom. That’s all!” Scotch

Day 41: More arguments 

No, worry not. Scotch and I did not fight any more. We found a very amicable solution to her nibbling rubbish from the roads. You’ll find out soon enough how I had my way, while Scotch did her entire morning walk stick between my knees in embarrassment.

The arguments, in fact, were with Continue reading →

Day 37: Councils

I worry for some of the young kids in the student council that I’m a part of. The big, wide, world out there is so different from the little bubble called university that they are all used to that they might be not realize what hit them for quite a while.

I was at a council meeting today and the classic don’ts of a meeting were all around. We jumped from one topic to another with no end to any. We cut each other short before the other had even put their point across. Our response to one’s question was an absolutely unrelated, entirely different point altogether. We were busy settling our skills and services, where it was established that we had all gone through the same selection process and had all been deemed competent. They were some that did not even attempt to join the conversation while a few hogged the floor.

I walked out of the meeting criteria about the huge task ahead of the teachers. Or do they not care about these soft skill aspects of growing up and let the students just learn it the hard way?

Kids these days. They rant aloud even before they think it through. I know!” Scotch 

Day 15: Of advice and presentations


The day started with some genuine advice asking me to maintain a low profile until I graduate. ‘They can do anything to your marks and your degree. So keep your opinions to yourself’, she warned me. Can I really stop being the vocal me for the sake of marks and a degree? Is that how a revolution ever came up and about?


Did a solo presentation to the Economics class, about the student council and the upcoming selections. The HOD stopped by after the presentation and congratulated me on a job well done. That was some boost for a day, and a week, that started out miserably.

“Is this why you’re tired and won’t go out and play with me? Cheer up now or I’ll have to keep sleeping. ” Scotch


Snooze fest