Coming back to my mind, I was lost like always. But this time I was staring, staring at the black board in front and that's when the lecturer stopped yapping for a second and shifted her attention towards yours truly[ if they knew i was the reason, a lot of last bencher souls would have blessed me...I'm guessing a few would have]. So, like a monotonous ritual, I was asked to stand up and repeat what she just told the whole class about some god damned section[I'm guessing]. Now, me being me, wouldn't open my mouth [Even if Ankur was prompting the answer from front]...I just din't feel the need to give her an answer. Yes, she's right, I wasn't listening to her class. In my defense, I would like to say...I wasn't really interested in the crap.
I began to wonder why are we going through such a crazy system of a stuffed up curriculum. How is it ever going to help us. A couple of years back, when I made my way into L.A [Loyola Academy...I just fancy calling it L.A.] I was told that the lush green campus was a very beautiful way to cover up the kind of hectic schedule the institution promises. Two years down, I can say with great confidence that I've hardly learnt anything in terms of the subject. This I say after 5 full semesters with an average of 7 subjects in each. In such a freaky system, all I remember doing was getting the lecturer to blurt out the whole of the question paper a few days before the exam...all in the name of 'important questions.' I'm not denying the fact that I absolutely love to receive 'important questions' but then they give away the glaring errors of the very system. Yes, even a 4th grader with a back breaking back pack will tell you how his exams results do not truly reflect his knowledge. So, who are we trying to kid with such a system?
In other news, my dear friend Jeswin Abraham Jose [yes, a mallu..what else do you expect in L.A ] sends me a text message that said lets cheer team India to victory today. Well, team India always takes you to the team led by Mr.Dhoni while there's a whole different sport that's apparently our national pride...yes, you memorized the name right, it indeed is called hockey and that's what Jeswin was talking about. So, this is now a cliche debate and I dont even know how Im going to contribute to it. Why does it take a bollywood's apparently inspiring MOVIE to get us hooked [probably for a week at the max] to what we chose to portray as our national sport? Why is there a lack of natural drive towards the sport? If we can see a bunch of men from all around the world [except Indians ofcourse] kicking a ball around, then what stops us from appreciating our own national sport? Why...why on earth is our national sport not in the helm of affairs on the sporting front?...Internal politics? Lack of Sponsors? Well, this is going to go on...World Cups will come...and there will only be a handful of Jeswins who will go onto cheer our team in this very sport. We will know what Dhoni ate for breakfast when he led the team to a T20 world cup victory way back in 2007, but we'll shiver and probably even pass out, if asked to name atleast a handful of the national team hockey players, at gunpoint. Such is our condition.
Coming back to the classroom, well, I still can't figure out what the last 5 semesters have given me...I still can't figure out how they'll help me with my future ahead. Oh yeah, the mark sheet will sure have a make or break effect but how much of it is a true portrayal of what I really am?
Yes, in a couple of months I'll be a graduate, A commerce graduate...but no one out there will ever know as to how much of 'commerceness' [ i just coined the word ] I have in me...No one!
