Well not actually. Itâ€™s the one who gets robbed who makes the noise rather than the robber!
So the string of on-campus robberies continues and an innocent soul is tortured yet again. And this time that innocent soul is none other than the writer himself! Though after my recent outbursts many people in higher places would probably disagree with this description of myself! But hey, Iâ€™m going to be leaving within the next three weeks! Why bother me now?
Anyway, being on the receiving end surely isnâ€™t all that great. When Hira lost her cell phone for the third time I said, â€œAweâ€¦â€ And when Hakeem Saab lost his camera, I just had to say â€œyou really are an irresponsible childâ€, given his natural tendency to lose even more expensive material! And now that somebodyâ€™s stolen two of my screens from the printing lab, I canâ€™t help but yell â€œthat retarded son of a gun! Kis zaleel ne meri screenein churayi hain?â€, as if the person who did it would actually come up to me and say, â€œJee meine!â€. Oh, and by the way, those werenâ€™t just any screens, they were an integral part of my final year design project, making matters even worse, now that I stand less than ten days before my work should be up for display.
What frustrates me even more is the casualness with which some of us step down the moral road. Itâ€™s almost as if these â€˜some of usâ€™ have forgotten the difference between what is right and what is wrong. Or maybe itâ€™s their parentsâ€™ who have failed to teach them this difference. And then comes their ignorance to the pain which they inflict upon others! To the robber of my two precious screens, how would you feel if you were on the receiving end? How can you just take something which does not even belong to you, and then pretend as if nothing ever happened, and that it wouldnâ€™t make a difference to my life? Tell me, how does your conscience allow you to do so? Do you even have a conscience?