Am i Mad??? - Punya Luthra
I am trying to write my first article to madmag and I already have a writer’s block…infact there isn’t much to block, as u guys will realize soon, I am not much of a writer, hence would recommend you all to do yourselves a favor and stop reading this. Instead save some time, put on your reading glasses n take off those thinking hats to read more of photocopied articles that are circulated by Mr. Bahut Bole!!
It’s indeed a very difficult task to find out stuff to write about in the much happening 4 floors which we like to call the campus; The day begins with our guard “bhaiya” sitting near the door ticking off people for not wearing the much coveted “patta”; coveted by everyone other than the ones already caged, gagged and sacked.
But then once you are in, it isn’t that bad! You have some 200 other people in the same pitiable state as you, and you start feeling a little better. You console yourself saying it’s just a matter of 2 years and then you’ll be out of here and you are caught in between your personal exhilaration and celebrations when the faculty walks in and introduces themselves as an alumnus of the college! I would love to give them a show cause notice and get to know the cause behind this show.
Is it just me or has someone else also noticed the architecture of the building? The windows have been made such that if you try to stare out of them during lectures, you have to rotate your neck by an obtuse angle, else you can’t see anything but a grey wall made at 45 degrees to the main wall. Unfortunately, you turn your attention back to class.
If anyone is still reading the article, I would seriously recommend they stop here, coz I am not getting any better and neither are you. The disclaimer with this article is that you gain naught-nil-zero out of this article, infact you might just acquire a dislike for my articles and give The MadTeam an excuse to ban them completely from the magazine.
For those who still haven’t given up, and are willing to read more, you guys must be having a really bad day…coz there isn’t any excuse for reading this! But then I am glad I am doing better than a few of you out there reading on and on and on, coz I really want to end this here and get on with something productive. Time is one thing you don’t get a b-school! Despite this we have to run up and down at the orders of our dear guard “bhaiya” to find our “pattas” even when we have to leave college premises…I don’t get the rationale behind wearing the pattas.
Whatever may be the reason, its way easier to have it hung around your neck like a noose than get show cause notices for it, not because 3 such notices will lead to a TNG but coz it will be really difficult to show a cause for this mishap.
I really should go now, and for all those who’ve stuck through this, hats off to you guys, and I shall write more to entertain you guys, hoping this was entertainment; just need The MadTeam to think it’s worth it to have a lousy article in the magazine once in a while...
It’s indeed a very difficult task to find out stuff to write about in the much happening 4 floors which we like to call the campus; The day begins with our guard “bhaiya” sitting near the door ticking off people for not wearing the much coveted “patta”; coveted by everyone other than the ones already caged, gagged and sacked.
But then once you are in, it isn’t that bad! You have some 200 other people in the same pitiable state as you, and you start feeling a little better. You console yourself saying it’s just a matter of 2 years and then you’ll be out of here and you are caught in between your personal exhilaration and celebrations when the faculty walks in and introduces themselves as an alumnus of the college! I would love to give them a show cause notice and get to know the cause behind this show.
Is it just me or has someone else also noticed the architecture of the building? The windows have been made such that if you try to stare out of them during lectures, you have to rotate your neck by an obtuse angle, else you can’t see anything but a grey wall made at 45 degrees to the main wall. Unfortunately, you turn your attention back to class.
If anyone is still reading the article, I would seriously recommend they stop here, coz I am not getting any better and neither are you. The disclaimer with this article is that you gain naught-nil-zero out of this article, infact you might just acquire a dislike for my articles and give The MadTeam an excuse to ban them completely from the magazine.
For those who still haven’t given up, and are willing to read more, you guys must be having a really bad day…coz there isn’t any excuse for reading this! But then I am glad I am doing better than a few of you out there reading on and on and on, coz I really want to end this here and get on with something productive. Time is one thing you don’t get a b-school! Despite this we have to run up and down at the orders of our dear guard “bhaiya” to find our “pattas” even when we have to leave college premises…I don’t get the rationale behind wearing the pattas.
Whatever may be the reason, its way easier to have it hung around your neck like a noose than get show cause notices for it, not because 3 such notices will lead to a TNG but coz it will be really difficult to show a cause for this mishap.
I really should go now, and for all those who’ve stuck through this, hats off to you guys, and I shall write more to entertain you guys, hoping this was entertainment; just need The MadTeam to think it’s worth it to have a lousy article in the magazine once in a while...
posted by The Mad Magazine at
5:02 AM
