* Written when I was in second year in Thapar University *
The two years of my silence in Thapar University are over now. It was really a herculean task for me for the research I was involved in. I was a silent spectator.
Watching everything and embedding it into my memory- I am an anthropologist now, so am I a psychologist, and philosopher toh main bachpan se hi tha!
It was a tough time because no one really knew what I was doing and even the omens couldn't suggest that! No comments really on this! Everyone those days was so busy in their own life. No one really damn bothered what I was doing/thinking/analyzing except a few who to an extent were able to realize then.
Now writing this diary entry on July 3rd, 2006 (my birthday) with tears in my eyes gives me traumatizing pleasure.
I even went to the Boys hostel in the 3rd semester, spent a few months there and analyzed the atmosphere there, all in deep silence.
The most challenging part in this study was anthropology. I saw a change in attitudes, thoughts, expressions and feelings in my near and dear ones and especially friends (the most hurting aspect).
- Friends- As now the definition seems to be, are to be rejected when they are of no use anymore.
- Trust- The most important ingredient of friendship was lacking between the best of friends I could see.
- The innocent guys were the culprits.
And then of course lack of good, efficient, practical, productive technical teaching yielded up to the frustration and the students were obviously more velah than any other times in their lives.
Second most hurting aspect was that there seemed to be a fierce competition between individuals; just to be counted above the other fellow(s). This dirty rat race in which even I was involved and now I am happy to be out.
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