Pigs Might Fly

When optimism is pathetically suppressed, cynicism is bound to prevail. If something just reverses the feelings which spawn in heart while imagining Kareena’ Zero Figure it’s the reminiscence of the department we did belong to. Folks usually do have pleasant nostalgic moments of their alma mater but in this case pleasant has been brutally stepped by die-hard rebellion. Given a chance to change any single aspect of life surely it would be my college branch. Heinousness, at its worst, is what all they have been made up of. While the all other departments have been paving a way for bright future ahead for their students these are the one who are craving to bring every possible assault palpable in their life.

The gang of harassers is lethally attired. Some ask for ultra precise answers, some with MIT level question paper, which even they couldn’t answer well, and some declare a military coup in their so called knowledgeable lecture. Not only permanent faculties but even ad hoc are the limit. Those who couldn’t make it to any software firms in the latter’s Platinum era are creating sophisticated hurdles for the students. Except a few, all are silent atrocious killers.

Annals of their achievements have all red marked entries. Starting with very basic, GT at this age of youth which should be considered as nothing more than a bearable offense this inhuman fraternity shows the portal of reduced sessional along with a terrible paper imminent. In the VI semester when the guys face finally the lifelong haunted question “whether I’ll get a job” those blood-suckers acquaint the former with a draconian paper followed by pre-decided surprise of “60plus out of 100” which tag them unfit for the exhaustive physical examination. When the VII semester result surfaces, the last hope to save their degree, the only thing which will remain with them throughout their career, is too stabbed gruesomely. But it never rains, it pours. The last of unfortunate victim’s college life is blessed with their deadliest act of savagery “a backlog” as a goodbye gift.

Truly, the ugliest creation of god.

Let sleeping dog lie.

Simply ABHI