It has been more than six months that I’ve been a part of this college. Some may define college as an educational while some may call it their ‘adda‘. For some, college is a melting pot of ideas and experiences while for some its a place they live a dream. A dream where one day they are a movie star, the other day they are Union leaders, while some other day they become world class Indian politicians.
It was a vague experience to see the entire class gawk at the entry of the leader of a troop a.k.a. the hero of every short film made. As every day passed by, groups were made and broken; bonds grew stronger and slowly weakened. Some people lied about themselves; some remained discrete while some couldn’t stop talking about themselves, the sky, the full moon, or even the brown coloured bowls in the canteen. Some remained silent and stared. I’d not know which character I play, but I do know, the BMM department in every college functions, well, however no less than a super-hit blockbuster Bollywood movie, where there are heroes, villains, the mother of all, the pretty girls with pretty bags, the cool dudes with bikes and how can we forget the damsel in distress!
Everything falls in place, in sync, when suddenly a revolution takes place, for an untold reason, there’s plotting, arguments, elaborate action scenes, two sides to every tale and of course one person to start off an settle the “matter”. There’s always something to be spoken about, mass bunking, cultural festivals, break-ups, hangovers, group projects, night ins-outs, nothing is left out, not even professors! There are relations to be maintained to live these three years in glory. There are connections to be made to have a good night sleep, though you know you have enemies.
One does make friends or must I say acquaintances, to sail through college life. There are often stereotypes we all find in each of our academic batches. Some make us wonder “Come again, why BMM?” Some make us admire and think “you are cut-out for the job!” While there are the usual underdogs, the self-claimed group leaders, the gossip-gangs, the ‘tapree’ public, the hangout mates, the library chaps, the DSLR flaunt-ers, the ghazal listeners, the trash metal rock heads, the regular bunking duds, the first benchers' who take notes, the last benchers' who look attentive, the fashion divas and the indifferent peers! BMM would be incomplete if any of these elements would go amiss.
Politics is played, the game is mastered not by the players themselves but the audience knows every rule noted in the unwritten book...
