I thought maybe if a week
passed, I’d have something interesting to write about. But right now, I am so
overwhelmed I don’t know where to start. To begin with, we all had a pretty
horrid surprise when we opened our rooms. We had been warned before, of course,
but nothing prepared us for the sight that awaited us. A not so thin layer of
sand carpeted everything in sight. It was almost like our rooms had witnessed their
share of mini sand storms over the course of two months. A select few had it
worse, with their windows being blown open. Their rooms were almost
unrecognizable because of the amount of sand that had collected. The cleaning
process ensued. I will not go into the painful details. All I will say is that
our mothers would have been proud of the effort we put in and that my room here
looks nothing like my room at home.
The bright side of coming
back was seeing everyone again. You don’t realize how much you miss people
until you see them again. It was extremely reassuring looking at everyone
laughing and hugging each other. For one, I was not the only going through
whatever I was going through. We were all in in together. Our sadistic sides
came to the fore and we stood in groups around every new arrival, to see their
expressions of horror as they opened their door. I can say with vindictive
pleasure that no one got to see my face. I was the first one in my hostel for
the 3rd time running in 3 semesters and being the first one back is
getting old. As I settled down for the night, my last thought was that it
wouldn’t be long till we settled down to our old routines again. I had no idea
of knowing then, but settling down wasn’t going to be that easy.
It was hot. I have spent
a considerable amount of my life in Chennai and I tell you that it was hot.
Hardly any of us got a good night’s sleep, because the parts of the mattress
that touched us became drenched with our sweat. This is my second year here,
and I honestly do not remember Jodhpur being this humid. When a place is that
unnaturally humid, it means that rain isn’t far off, right? Wrong. It was good
long and painful week before it rained. I am not saying that the wait was not
worth it. It was. But what a wait it was.
The college management
was not doing much to ease our stay here either. The second years (3rd
semester students) have four law subjects and one stream subject. And four of
our teachers preferred assigning us a project over correcting a mid-term. I
don’t blame them. We write pretty hilarious papers. I pity the poor souls who
have to correct them. But when I heard, I didn’t know whether I was going to
laugh or cry. Four projects is every student’s personal hell. If that was not
enough, the number of tests has come down to 3 compulsory tests from the best 3
out of 5. Who is going to volunteer to represent our college in moots, debates
and sports festivals, I don’t know. How the college expects us to do well in
extra and co-curricular activities and perform brilliantly in our tests, I
don’t know. Why the college did not consult us when it is our lives they are
playing with, I don’t know.
Innumerable changes were made, and not all necessary. If any changes have to be made, change the
medical facilities available in college. Invest in a hospital wing, in a better
dispensary. We stay approximately eleven kilometres away from the city. I know
from past experience that ambulances are extremely hesitant to come here. “Mandore
is not part of Jodhpur. It is outside city limits” was what was told to us when
we desperately needed an ambulance for an ill batch mate.
You have been entrusted
with students; who have left home, family and everything that they know and
have come miles away to study. I stay 2500 kilometres away from home, and it
will take my parents a minimum of 24 hours to get here, paying a king’s ransom,
if they can get any tickets at all that is. My parents knew this, but they
still sent me here because that is the faith that they have put in the
management. That is the faith that the parents of 500 students have put in this
college’s management. Where a harmless outing for lunch will not kill anyone,
lack of medical facilities can. Prioritize. It is not that hard.
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