What the hay…!

BNU opened Al-Hamdulillah Al-Hamdulillah bringing with it the tooti phooti routine that I had much sought in the vacations. Along with the routine came many of the things I had forgotten existed in BNU. Yet another semester has begun, revealing the blatant disorganization of the administration, the clothes (or non) of the BNU-ites, the sudden shouts and snickers and snorts during a lecture, the whining monotonous voices of those who argue and talk just for the sake of wasting the time, trying to be witty and funny. Everything came rushing back in a day and two and the mini Jamia Hafsa (the late Talibans) stood awed and humbled at the on-goings.As is usual at the beginning of each semester when we all realize in what a dump we are studying, TT decided to drop out of college and S thundered in with a super religious zeal and million of practical ideas of how to transform BNU into a madressa and bring about a world revolution. Mini Jamia Hafsa (JH) has successfully recruited a.k.a brainwashed a new member whom I will, hereafter, refer to as QQ. QQ has recently started taking the hijab and as obvious, is doing a bit of Jihad and winning MashaAllah as she stands strong with the iron support of her Niqabi girlfriend, the Tote.

A week has passed since BNU opened and I still don’t think I have returned to college. Mostly it’s because, being the super-organized college BNU is, our classes for the first week were scheduled at all the wrong times, the timetables dint match, we had some classes and for the others, the teachers refused to come. So in this chill, I didn’t feel like BNU had begun.

Today, though, I went to college and found it the BNU we all know and love(BY we, I mean you and me, since you have known it through me and I’m sure you’ve fallen in love with it by now too, no?). The college was full of BNU-ites. As literature students, we are blessed with the status of the reclusive outcasts so we normally don’t have much interaction with BNU-ites. But today, since we had a mixed class of different majors and semesters, the Pakistan Studies class was thriving with 26 BNU-ites (minus the mini JH of course! lol) all of different colors (thanks to the bases and foundations used!), different creeds, ages and mental  and maturity levels.

My tolerance has moved down from zero to negative in the past couple of days. I’m not only less tolerant of BNU and its ites, but also of the peculiarties and eccentricity of my own friends. No, it’s not u TT aunty; though u shud have an idea who I’m talking about.

Neway to conclude in one line:

 It’s just excellent, being back in BNU!