Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Cover duty.. Non clever duty

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Dollops of hierarchy generously added while preparing the ultimate soufflé called work ethic,the everlasting junior senior rant gives it a unique tangy taste that promises so much more than what meets the tongue!
Fresher year was spent getting familiarized with the technical knowhow of gas science and beyond while second year turned out to be a rope trick trying to balance thesis work, free time and whims of the newly enlightened breed called final years. Exam fervor gripping the campus buzz like plague, the formerly fun loving crowd suddenly turned into a book devouring glut of academic proportions. Gone were the days where new flicks, plays and events highlighted everyday banter. All the gossip corners were bursting at the seams with unusual wondrous pondering about the exam syllabus and its antisocial effects on fun and play.
Pacing studies to cover the entire syllabus over 3 years instead of the 3 months seems a simple solution to propose but mighty tough to practise, they say. Tense creases on the foreheads of the exam going batch may make it look like an unenviable position to be in, but throw in the freebies of a nonexistent duty roster, lighter workweek and tons of time to study and you may beg to differ. “You will know what the hype is all about when you reach final year!”, they say. Well, that’s an event for next year, not now, isn’t it?
Weekends of hectic cramming meant more workload on the second string team (us!) and the new recruits (1st years). Rotation duties were thrust on the ever so non gleeful juniors to drive in the message that hierarchy rules. Finding duty time more fun than ever, given the repetition involved, all the fuss about the load to study seems a dream distant stars away. Throw in a select subset reveling on their own lassitude and the abundance of volunteers, covering for the final years is imperative if not optional.
“if you can’t convince them, confuse them!!” goes a quote. Dilbert said it and I used it! Technical faults of timely proportions doing my mobile phone in, dodging the duty cover bullets was an art which everyone practices to profer. Intricate plans to solve a simple issue being  executed, my brief suggestion to the higher authorities to cut some slack so that the finals years can study is just a figment of a crazy guy’s imagination, it seems.
Till clever ways to conquer our covert tendencies materialize, here is me taking a last yank at them senior years if this write up didn’t … arey sirji, aur kitna padoge?! :D

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