It started with a series of conflicts in the boys’ dormitory and culminated with the Warden and his family packing their bags and leaving the premises. Quack! brings you the true inside story:
The cold war that started it all, began a month ago, with a meet outside the cafeteria. The tension built, the very air was electrified, the slightest spark could have triggered off the inevitable. That spark finally came after sundown, immediately after Magrib prayers, this Wednesday, 20th October. Two students started throwing fists at each other inside the entrance of the Boys Hostel. Another boy in gallant effort intervened, but all in vain! The original two felons walked away practically untouched, and an unruly mob jumped the hero.
And what followed is a scene worthy of a horror story, a story so gruesome, with blood shed and tears. A story that is indescribable, unthinkable. And no one else intervened. They just sat there, in the dull manner they always acquire, watching the events unfold from the safety of the hostel cafeteria.
Moments after, two more fights followed. But in the scale of things, they were minor. However, everything happened under the hostel guard’s very nose, who was alone and helpless against this extremely large and agitated group. The Warden, who appeared in due course, was also unable to subside the situation. Oh, the horror of it all.
At midnight a compromise was reached between the warring tribes. Meanwhile, in the Girls Hostel, the Lady Warden blew her top (again!) at a simple freshmen girl for not submitting an application for a friend of hers to stay in the hostel, and bluntly refusing to do so. A crowd gathered, voices were raised, unpleasantries were exchanged, and the warden, complete with wife and family, called a cab and took off to Gulshan-e-Hadeed.
About a dozen girls proceeded to boycott the dorms and moved out Friday. This weekend only three girls stayed at the hostel.
And the conclusion to this gruesome tale? Will this story ever end? Quack! will tell.