The fault in our system: decoding CBCS

CBCS.
A lot has been said and a lot more has been done about it. Mass rallies, protests and signature campaigns. Now with the election of ABVP one thing is as clear as ever. This choice rather confusion based credit system is not rolling back anytime soon.
A lot has been said about the confusion that the hasty implementation of this system has led to, but little about the way that it has been implemented. I, as a  frehser am willing to give this system a chance. After all it is a step towards a more liberal system of education. But there are few things about the implementation that don't really go down well with us- the guinea pigs of the VC.
1. The hatter skatter - All the confusion, the mad rush about choosing your generic subject and seeing which one goes best with the course that you signed up for. Totally not worth it.
2.Defiance of purpose- The programme talks about providing choice to the students. But what happens when this choice is not granted? In a lot of colleges, students are denied a choice. The professors have decided it between themselves to swap their students and that's done then.
3. The papers offered- It's a good step in order to diversify our education. But that's not going to happen if we are offered the crappiest papers there are to offer under a subject.
CBCS has a lot of flaws and these are reason enough to have stopped its implementation. But now that it is here, and here to stay it's only justified that the party which strongly supports it and the VC look into the matter at the earliest and take some much needed actions.

Note: The following article is posted on the official website of DU Times, The newspaper for Delhi University. ( www.dutimes.com)

Fate of the V-Tree

Think of Hindu college and there are a few things that will instantly come to your mind. Among these things is the incredibly famed V -tree.

Prayed to on Valentine’s Day this tree has been the object of fancy of almost everyone in the campus. For those who don't know the tale behind this tree here is a rough idea- The students from the Hindu hostel and subsequently the whole college pray at the tree every year to a 'damdami mata' in hopes of losing their virginity. Nothing short of a festival I tell you! Now I don't know if the mata actually fulfills their wishes but what's the harm in trying right?

In a completely unprecedented and shocking move the authorities at the college decided to cut down the tree and close down PAM- Pizzas and more. The 'it' place in the college to facilitate the construction of a new academic block and the girls hostel.  Hearing this the students launched protests against the college authorities. After numerous protests which went on for as long as one whole semester, FIR’s and RTI’s later the officials and students reached a compromise. The officials cut down the six trees in the V-Tree area and were allowed to cut down parts of the V-tree and in turn were given a penalty of planting a hundred trees in the college campus. If things could get any worse, they did. The parts of V-Tree were cut down on a Sunday to avoid any hassles of protests by the students- nothing short of a betrayal.

In conclusion the V-Tree stands, but it looks like an ugly ostrich at the moment. It’ll take time for the heavy canopy to grow again. Until then all we can do is pray for its quick recovery.

Note to the readers:- This article is also published on the official website of the Delhi University newspaper, DU Times. (http://www.dutimes.com/) 

The Number Game

A product of inspiration drawn form the widely popular and immensely rich Facebook page- terribly tiny tales.

The Disappearing Dream

A product of inspiration drawn from the widely popular and immensely rich Facebook page- terribly tiny tales.
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An Ode to Amity

The day had to come. After two years of listening to every adult around us constantly and incessantly talk about our board exams and appearing for them the farewell was a breather. From three days to go for the farewell to one day, to one hour and to the actual event, we spent them all planning. It came and went, like a tide and we were soon standing outside school, never to go back inside. School was over, once and for all. And the quiet was overwhelming. The days were filled with boredom because of lack of activity, the evenings sans any anxiousness of completing our homework and mugging up notes, but the nights were filled with nostalgia. Remembering and recalling our best lived and favourite moments in the corridors and classrooms of this red brick structure that we got around to calling our home.

So here are a few things, in no particular order that we’ll miss the most about school.
The corridors When we didn’t have a sports period or the guts to go down to the ground between the periods, the corridors were our field. Whether it was running around, laughing hysterically or just talking a walk, it was all done in the corridors.
The classrooms Our ‘addas’ for planning all kinds of mischief and executing them with great precision.
The school canteen Come break and we thronged our school canteen area. And it was here that you’d meet people who were constantly looking for someone to treat them, or constantly asking them for money with a promise to treat them the next day. And we must’ve always bitched about the unfair prices for the food that was so bad that it was good but it is these bullet and kathi rolls that some of us miss the most.
The library Yes we never went to the library, but there were times when Jagdish bhaiya got the better of us and dragged us down. Not like we read books even then. I remember playing passing the parcel once in the library with my class as we sat on the floor serving our sentence.
The school ground The one and only word appropriate enough to describe this place is- Haven. No one missed a single opportunity to run down there and missed every single one to come back up!
The bridge You don’t find anyone in the class? Check the bridge. Numerous times we stood on the bridge to enjoy the weather, to watch the match going on in the ground or simply walking from one end to another waiting for the next class to start.
The back stairs The words are enough.
Bal mela One day dedicated to fun, frolic and the students. One day of food, rides, games and no studies. The day we looked forward to, all year. The day our school was the most loved school. The day we miss the most.
Hiding cell phones in class We probably came up with the most creative way of hiding phones. I’m not letting out the places, but 12-D knows. The surprise checks couldn’t do any harm to us, and instead brought out our best creative and jugaadu side.
Annual days This was the time the whole school was abuzz with activity. The sound of myriad instruments creating a perfect harmony, elegant dancers showing off the best moves, but it was the narrators and emcee’s who stole the show with their perfect dressing and dialogues.
Running after Ganesh Bhaiya “Ganesh bhaiya Meenu ma’am kahan hai?” “Gnaesh bhaiya substitution list kyun nahi lagi?” “Ganesh bhaiya gate pass dilwa do” Ganesh bhaiya this. Ganesh bhaiya that! Whatever would we have done without him?  The knight in shining armor to help us damsels in distress!
Substitution list The teacher was five minutes late to the class and the whole class would run down to check the substitution list. One subsi- “yeay!” Two- “yeeay!” Whole day- “Ground chalo sab!”
Photocopy wale bhaiya Come class twelfth and we were always running to him to get our assignments and notes (especially from Anju ma’am’s antique register) photocopied. Often submitting our I-cards because we didn’t have the money or getting photocopy slips from teachers to get the work done without any unwanted hassles.
Class 11 and 12-D Two whole years in the same class with the most retarded of people. We came up with all kinds of weird plans of the best kind. Whether it was coming up with our own unique way of playing cricket in the class, to plan secretive parties and pull them off successively, break a tubelight and not let anyone know, leave our mark (quite literally) in the school, not sit in for the class photograph and make everyone around us wait only because we needed to have all our classmates present, ‘blatantly violate all rules’ in the words of Deepa Ma’am and get all of our teachers to sit in for the class photograph no one could have done it better than us.
Teachers Thank You, for tolerating us at our worst, never giving up and shaping us up into the people we are today. For trying their best to give us every ounce of knowledge they had. You’ll always be the best!
 The 5 rupee Cadbury Dairy Milk Yes we've always talked about how our school couldn't have been more miser, but the only reason we had to be excited about the various birthdays of our founders was this small chocolate, often sneaking in more than one and eating them away during classes.
Eating in class Discussing what we had for lunch that day, opening our lunches within the first two periods, and finishing them off within two minutes followed by going on a hunt for the next one. Getting scolded by teachers continuously, often having our lunches confiscated but that didn’t matter to us in the least. It was all repeated the very next day without an inch of remorse.
And in the end Amity, The red brick structure that has been very aptly labelled home. Thank You, for bearing with us all these years! It's been a hell of a ride! 

Being Famous

This famous man needs no introduction. One of the biggest superstars in the country, he has starred in major blockbusters year after year. Lovingly called 'bhai' by nearly the whole subcontinent, this man is the founder of the largest or probably one of the largest charities in the country- 'Being Human'. The man is also a convict, and no one can change that. (Bhai fans, take note.)

The previous week started with the actor getting sentenced to a five year prison term for an accident that happened thirteen years ago.

Here are the events of the fateful day, 13 years ago. 

Mr. Famous Guy along with two other people exits a bar after having had a jolly time. He drives under the influence of alcohol, his car goes out of control and climbs a sidewalk, killing one, and injuring two other people. 
Now, after 13 years of numerous visits to the court, arguments and rebuttals, the court finally passed a judgment. Mr Famous Guy was convicted and sentenced. Except obviously lobbying. Mr. Famous Guy was granted an interim bail of two days in two hours and two days later, with the submission of a new bail bond, was set free for another two months. 

For those who think that this was the worst that could have happened, this is just the beginning. No, there haven't been any advancements in the case yet, and that is precisely the reason why the fans of Bhai are rejoicing. 
Outside the court compounds and his apartments these fans were present in large number, anxiously awaiting the ruling from Bombay High Court. One such fan decided to take his own life by swallowing poison as his nerves and love for Bhai overpowered every inch of sense left in the man. 

Several thousand others thronged his apartment complex, as a mark of their unmatched love and loyalty to the man, and as the news of an extended bail reached their ears were seen dancing, bursting crackers, congratulating each other and removing their shirts, a La Famous Guy style! 

The madness doesn't end here. The film fraternity decided to stand with their beloved NO MATTER WHAT.  Not if he killed a person, not if he was drunk driving and had no respect for law. They went ahead and called the sentence too harsh. 

The fraternity and the fans fail to recognise and understand  the fact that their loved Bhai is a criminal in every sense of the word, a lawbreaker, who started a charity with an ulterior motive of giving peace to his guilty conscience. Justice was served when he was punished and denied when he was allowed and extended bail period and NOT the other way round. Fans and Fraternity, take point! 

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Since, I have my boards!