SHIT!!

Recently, during my trip to Munnar I read an article in the local newspaper.

A certain group of a 6th semester Engineering students were about to do a mini project for the college.
It went like this: apparently in Munnar 350 tones of elephant shit gets deposited. Why? Why...I mean why do you want to gauge shit? 350 tones of what....SHIT...Why in the world are you cared about SHIT? Ok...that’s just for starters. (I don’t know how the hell these people would’ve measured this SHIT)

Ok....now, they want to RECYCLE the SHIT.

I SHIT you not....!!..They wanted to recycle it!!!

And how...they would wash the dung (thank me for being decent) to finer particles because apparently the dung contains some kind of particles that help in generating electricity. Now they are so desperate for electricity that they have turned their interest on feces of animals. Amongst all the clouds, the lovely Eastern Ghats, the never ending tea plantations, rain and overpriced food in the resort, I was there laughing over that report.

Well I think there are more serious issues in Munnar than using dung as a product of generation of electricity. Elephants are less in number. There is a significant drop in the number of elephants in all over Kerala. If you ask me, I think that’s more important. But, humans would be humans; they would always try to exploit everything in the world, no wonder if it is SHIT. Next time I visit Munnar I might probably hear news of these engineers who would plug in cables in their assholes and claim on this being a way to produce energy.

26th September, 2013

I'm sorry for sounding like a grumpy old man. However, my views on this has changed as I do believe that is a beneficial venture. Forgive me, I was a kid. :)

Admission process might be brutal

Oh god, getting into a senior college is a very tiring affair, at least after knowing what happened with me you’d probably believe it. So, after the strenuous work of getting forms (well, my dad did that work and it nearly killed him) and submitting them was done, it was time for the actual scenario to be faced; getting admission. After settling down with Jai Hind, I was there outside Jai Hind auditorium at 10:25 in the morning, in a line and hoping that the process would not take a lot of time. By the end of the process I was proved wrong and I learnt that one should always expect the worst.

People in the queue were all looking fresh, happy and jubilant. We were allowed inside the auditorium in packs of five students and made to sit in rows sorted according our percentages. So, after all this we faced the real deal. There were so many people waiting for the process, but little did they know that this thing is going to take a hell lot of time.

All the students applying for first year courses were foolishly called on the same day. There were people applying for Bsc, BA, and Bcom. Now, Jai Hind is a very reputed college and people expect to get into that college. So you see there were so many applicants. First of all they had to find out the admissions forms (of those who didn’t get theirs) that were submitted by us. That took around two and a half hours to find everyone’s admission form, including mine. I had to scream out my name to different volunteers who asked for the people who didn’t get their forms. I was famous in just two hours! Everyone sitting around me knew my name and percentage. Well all this is just for starters.

We were supposed to go through the scrutiny desks below the stage where we had to get our admissions forms signed by three teachers. Now, a matter like that took around three hours. Frustrating, very frustrating. We had to sit in seats and couldn’t even leave the place because people would occupy all the vacant seats available, so we had to secure our own seats. At 2’ o clock the people concerned with the fees and bank formalities left their respective places and walked down from the stage right out of the auditorium. We all were really surprised and angered t the same time. How could they possibly leave the place without completing the work. Upon asking the volunteers about this act they said that it’s their ‘Lunch Time’. Well that’s polite! So they leave, without giving prior notice and over that the school authorities don’t even let us go for a lunch break. To add the pain, there were no eatables allowed inside the auditorium. We were tired, hungry and angry

“What is it? You expect us to sit here all day? Call them fast”.

A parent screamed from the back of the auditorium. It was obvious that it would’ve happened. I mean how much can one tolerate. Patience is a very sensitive thing.

A volunteer quickly went near the Vice-principal and had a quick chat with her. She nodded. The guy (volunteer) quickly called for the bank workers. They returned hurriedly. He even called for an extra computer. It was around 3:15 now.

My form’s scrutiny was done. I realized I was not one of the last. But still, after scrutiny I’d to go the Vice-principal for her signature. That too took a long time and a wait in a long queue.

Ok, I was close to getting through with the process. Just as my spirits rose, I was made to wait for the fees payment because I was from a board other than Maharashtra board. I was pissed. But had no energy to even speak out. I was badly in need of food. I still waited. Later after twenty minutes I was called. Fees payment took hardly ten minutes.

[Sigh]

Finally. It was done. I opened the door of the auditorium at 4:30. Relief & happiness was sinking into me. I rushed to the nearest restaurant and hogged. I saw the faces of the people leaving the place after me. Pale and tired. The process raped us.