The reality!

"Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes."

"Can I block this for you?"

"Yes."

"Again, are you sure?"

Sure as hell "Yes."

This was the start of a new phase in my life. I'm amazed at how I effortlessly made my way so far. Hardwired and pre-programmed. I wanted it and I have it! I don't regret compulsively. I don't wish to complain either. But this is what I'm going to do in this post!

Ofcourse, I don't have the vein to complain about my alma mater no matter how irksome it might prove to be. Because "I wanted it and I have it!" But I feel pangs of discomfort and vexation at the very sound of it. How I wish to detach myself...

I never thought the word "boredom" could have myriad variants. I have felt every iota of it! I have swept (not the literal "sweep") every inch of the marble flooring in my lab and I know its dimensions too. I'm sure I'l blow up computers sooner or later! I know what the trees and edifices in my campus think... I pay and get bored!

I have learnt to endure these teeny-weeny rashes (apparently they now seem so small!), because the big day is not far away. I can see it approaching and growing in size...

Right from day one, I've not witnessed anything but "deviation from standards". We frame our own syllabi, we choose our own reference books, and we choose our own staff... I can hear you cry "Wow, Great!". Don't think so! Make a sojourn to my alma mater... I bet you will flee in no time...

After one whole year of identity crisis, mercifully, we were granted the ID card. We have a couple of hopeless guest lectures and highly irrelevant conferences every month. And, we teach the guests english!

I'm coerced to put up with this only because I said "Yes" thrice! And this is the reality!