I woke up and the world outside was dark
All so quiet before the dawn
Opened up the door and walked outside
The ground was cold
I walked until I couldn’t walk anymore
To a place I’d never been
There was something stirring in the air
In front of me, I could see
More than this
So much more than this..
For all those who share the same perspective about academics, I welcome you to this segment of frivolous bravado and mindless ballyhoo of the QUACK, known as Catalyst, where I set out to travel the world of TIP with more bravado than common sense, and make a niche for myself amongst many.
Remembering the good old days, going to a College where attendance wasn’t of great importance, work was seldom seen on the pages of our journals and the ease at which one could step out of the gates of the colleges and jump into their cars and buses and head home whenever they wanted too. Well how much of that is still true only we know as we stand within the territory of one of the best textile universities of Pakistan.
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