For Whom the Bell Tolls
Anonymous | Nov 12, 2018
Remember those days in school when we would wait, with wide eyes and eager ears for the Bell to ring?
The teacher, equally eagerly would pack away her books and shoot out of the room, giving us, rowdy hooligans that we were, about five minutes of a sudden outbreak of high decibel noise before the next teacher walked in and rolled her aged eyes, drooping with heavy judgment, and told us how were the ABSOLUTE WORST CLASS in the school. The fact that the same dialogue is thrown in every single classroom, thereby questioning the very existence of the superlative in the English language, is beside the point. We would go back to absolute silence, except the occasional sound of a giggle, or a suppressed munch from the back benches, allowing the teacher to ramble on about how someone did something somewhere that was very very crucial to the present day world.
Do you not miss that?
In an age, when we were promised that study hours would be ‘fewer and deeper’, the single worst part of what is an otherwise blissful existence, is perhaps the long, drawling class lectures, and almost completely wasted lab hours. But in an attempt to justify the level of study we are in, it is quite alright for working hours to be that long along with the reassurance that we would get used to the schedule. But what happened to the poor bell, the one ’fun’ thing about class hours?
In a case of back to back lectures, it has become increasingly important to demarcate physically when one lecture finishes so that the other can start. Profs have huffed and puffed at having to wait outside for their class to start. Worse even is when one of them would decide to take up extra minutes to justify the loss of some. Worse still is the fact that students lose out on chai and pee breaks. Not to mention the one water bottle that quenches the entire class goes empty and does not find time to be filled. The poor brutally exploited lunch break is just the cherry on this cake of despair.
Such is the dreary existence of every day, often ignored as rarer issues with bigger sound bites plague NITR junta. As a final year student, praying fervently for this year to finally be the last, one would be least concerned with the actual realities of implementing the bell ringing. But that does not stop them from ranting about the necessity of it.
P.S The writer firmly believes in the power of exaggeration.