Thursday, November 02, 2006

My 'Big-Fat' Government College

My ‘Big-Fat’ Government College

You are very proud of me, for I am studying in a government college, thank you very much. After all, Delhi College of Engineering is the seventh best college (courtesy: India Today) for some optimistic urban Indians and among the top 20 best colleges in the country (courtesy: other Indian weeklies) for the not-so-optimistic ones. I am regularly reminded by my mates studying in other colleges of the worth of the brand that I sport on my sleeves. And I express my gratitude to the almighty for the adulation I receive owing to my association with this college.
This month and a half in the college has been enough to understand the way it runs. On one hand the beautiful infrastructure enthralls me, while on other hand the administrative system stuns me. Thanks to the requirement of a few slips of paper that are called “cards”, I came face to face with the barbarism that glides on our DCE roads. Unfortunately, the students as well as the staff members are blinded by it.
Elaborating my experience to you, I am sure you would spare me from any accusations of disloyalty to the college; for I believe that true criticism comes from within oneself; and righteous corrections too can only be done by one. The necessity of attempting the inevitable first mid semester exams brought me to our administrative building’s very important section – the admit card allotment cell. Wondering why everybody in the hostel that morning was worrying about the rush on the counters because proper queues and a civilized behavior seemed obvious to me, I entered the admin-block, only to be welcomed by a crowd quite resembling to the one that my dad comes across in a fish market when there is a sale. I tried resolving to the i-am-a-girl-so-i-get-importace approach to the situation, something I try avoiding unlike the other young ladies when we come across problems caused by the oh-so-sad sex ratio. Failing in my attempts in persuading the boys to get a form for me, I finally barged into the crowd and fought my way to the counter that seemed miles away. One my way back to the exit with three forms in my hand (two for the girls waiting hopelessly outside), I heard one of the boys mushroomed in the crowd share his excitement with his friend, “hey! This horde is a good body massage, ain’t it?”
Okay, do you still don’t find a reason to blame the college for this barbarism? Going to the administration block for any fee submission (preceded by a whole college tour to get the receipt signed by different faculty members) introduces you to fresh irritation and frustration from the staff sitting there. And why does the girls’ hostel seem like a jail to us that sets us free every morning at six and shuts us within our rooms every night at eight? The boys, on the other hand, wander about the campus like wild animals till they aren’t finished preying on the cold night breeze and the star-studded sky. Speaking of safety, there’s another way out – shun the boys behind the hostel gates at eight while the girls can walk about freely, at least till 9.
Mind you, this is not the story of all engineering colleges; an impression of generalizing “social” problems seems to be birth right after all. Its just my big-fat government college…

Why being a girl?

Why being a Girl?

When I cried at my first jiffy
As I felt the room pretty stuffy
Grany didn’t like mom’s pearl
I wondered, why being a girl?

By the look on my father’s face
I thought, what was the disgrace?
He took me in his hands and told
“It’s ok”, his heart was consoled.

So I realized every night,
That I was born for a fight
If boys took a step ahead
I must take two while I tread.

This struggle for all girls
Straightened up our curls
When I was to make up a Barbie doll
We were playing basket ball

After a few years of love and fun
Dad said proudly, “This is my son!”
Then freedom gleamed in my eye
I was above all my ally.

As the winds smelled like teen
I was not what I must’ve been
School hours were spent prime
Nights were on for party time

If I thought everything was good
That the society did all it could
To make my life a happy one
With all ecstasy and fun

Said the streets, “You’re wrong my dear”.
Don’t tread without any fear.
For there are shadows that chase your furl
I was reminded…why being a girl?

I felt sorry for my mother
Who startled at a blowing feather
Whenever I was out of the gate
And whenever I was a minute late

We’ve been friends-girl and boy
First we are all modest and coy
What is it that you revenge?
As you grow up, you change.

For we were to lend a helping hand
Walk together through the sand
It’s irritates when you’re chasing
Yeh, I mean eve-teasing.

You don’t know how life’s hell
So listen what I want to tell
That lets change roles for a try
“Why being a boy?!” you’ll cry!

How dare you have such guts?!
You deserve a kick on the butt.
For if I look ‘hot’ to you,
Your sister’s being troubled too!

So dear men, old or young
Give this attitude a flung
Become those ol’ time gentlemen
Understand, at least one in ten.

Divita Mathur
when i was 17yrs. old