Last year and this year a number of issues came up which the student body due to certain uncertainty stayed quiet on but I think these issues should be brought in consideration of the administration, faculty and the students who are unaware.
Last year the examination system and the papers deserved high criticism. Two question papers were of the previous year and to the extent of the dates not being changed from Dec 2004 to Dec 2005. One subject, which was shared by two disciplines of 2nd and 3rd yr, was scheduled to have papers on two different dates. The examination committee should have been smart enough to schedule them on the same date firstly, if not should at least then not have an issue with the same paper being jumbled up and given to both and criticize the teacher of his incompetence. What about their own incompetence?
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Have you ever lain down on the grass stared up at the stars and noticed the different colors. Have you ever spent long rambling conversations with friends all night long? Seen the red moon. Counted trucks as they passed and seen the trains go whizzing by. Found romance under stolen mornings, chocolate and sunsets. Thatâ€™s the TIP hostel and a lot more. I have discovered friendship when I doubted its existence. I have learnt to live with people I donâ€™t like and be friendly with those whom I canâ€™t stand. Food from roadside inns and snacks passed through grills between the hostels at 2 in the morning. Been through days when I couldnâ€™t get out of bed and couldnâ€™t stop crying. And there have been days when I could not stop singing. And mornings when I have woken up at 6 to go for a walk in the drizzle. And nights I have stayed up just to see the sun rise. Counseled friends over broken hearts and seen relationships blossom and strengthen and then dwindle and fade. Seen the despair and happiness that people are capable of. Found company in solitude. Seen the moon reflected on the lake while drinking hot tea. Eaten ice cream every night in the severe winter cold. Played hopscotch in the cafeteria and slept in the library. Discovered exotic insects and slept with chameleons on the bed stead and frogs under the cupboards. Learnt the name of every plant and shrub and eaten half ripe fruits plucked off the trees. Gotten soaked through in water fights and baked alive for pointless throw ball competitions. Learnt how to play soccer and how not to act in a play. Learnt to hear in the stillness of the night and to scream in the wind. Actually lived with insane wardens and slept with songs being played at the highest volume. Painted my hair pink and purple and learnt how to dance badly. Discovered every nook and cranny, walked down every path and climbed every wall, possible and not possible. Spent hours talking without saying a word. Formed relationships and learnt to trust and to hope and to dream.
By Javaria Said TDT3
Vacations are coming to an end and university is about to start. A fresh semester is about to begin, with new courses, new teachers and a lot of other things to look forward to. But enough to dampen the most exuberant of spirits is the fact that it is time for back-to-school shopping. This is when one has to drag oneself to the bazaar. Yes surprisingly despite being a girl I don’t like to shop, detest it to be more exact. Usually my mum shops for me but this year she refused flat out, “shop for yourself or no new clothes!” And in spite of how little I may care about my appearance (during half of the semester I won’t even bother to iron), one cannot go to university with the same old wardrobe. At least for the first week you have to have something new to flaunt, and no I don’t know who wrote that law).
And the same school bag? You got to be kidding. Time to hit the stores, check the brands and empty the wallet for ‘that’ bag and then pray that no one else has the same thing. Because “of course” you can’t carry the same thing as another person, at least no self-respecting female can. But bags and shoes are the easy part (at least for me; I don’t match and wear) I can only but pity the females who wear different accessories everyday, imagine the trips to the bazaar *shudder* (apparently they enjoy it, can’t say anything about tastes now can we).
But clothes, clothes you can never have enough of. No 30 minutes in one shop and you are through. No sir-E. This year due to my mum’s refusal to shop for me, I had to bear the tortures of the bazaar, the haggling, the crowds, and the noise. And to think, females do this for fun. Weird sense of entertainment! How can walking for 3 hours in the midst of the most terrible of crowds, in the heat of Karachi, going over a million shops, checking out a gazillion things and ending up buying the first thing you looked at from the first shop you entered be fun? And that too, many a times.
Clothes bought torture over? Sadly no. Now come the compulsory visits to the tailor. My mum is cruel, she insisted I go or she wouldn’t give them. So listening to the tailors crap, making endless rounds to their shop to listen to “kal mil jaega,” and eventually getting it weeks later stitched in your mother’s size. Then giving it back, making 10 more rounds and getting it again to still find it wrong. I know people would have taken it back to the tailor. Me? I am but human. They will work for me as is. I don’t care if I have to wear the same clothes for the rest of my life I am not going through this again.
by Javaria Said TDT2
It’s election time. The time of the year, again, when the entire TIP student population becomes imbued with fervor rarely witnessed. Students never seen before participating in any event are suddenly on the forefront. People are being extremely nice and free food is the order of the day. People are seen fighting, dealing, bribing and wheedling votes for all they are worth. Votes are sold, promised and snatched. The atmosphere is tense and everybody is seen busy. People are approached, convinced and campaigning is carried out on full scale. People who you don’t even recognize come up to you and act as bosom buddies. And then there are the personal attacks, the venom and the counter attacks. The amount of importance a ‘seat’ holds is unbelievable. It becomes a matter of life and death. Meetings are held, promises are made and deals are struck. Will people please lighten up?!
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