But that is going to be the subject of my subsequent posts.
In the few minutes before the class was to start, I could not help but notice how weird people had become. How desensitized...
I saw girls coming in through the glass doors into the lecture hall, eyes darting around in hopes of catching a student with lecture notes or a new a book, shooting fake smiles across the benches toward their colleagues, leaning in and whispering to their "best friends", shrill and unreasonably bold, speaking flaunty sentences in English as loud as they could to what... What were they trying to show?
But lets face it. Shoot a few sentences in English to the people of my country and they are all over you. Best friends, howzzat?
Actually no, its just a part of the whole system that runs here. But lets leave it at that for the moment.
I don't know. May be people were like this before I was born. Or may be they have turned into such desensitized monsters in the 21st century.
I may be getting a bit too emotional here. Probably making up something really big out of something extremely insignificant. But this just bothers me.
Wait, let me give you an example. Not many days ago, we got our results for the annual examinations that we had given. This was blatantly announced on the all-girls' whatsapp group. The result was revealed in the form of a long white sheet with a printed list of only those roll numbers that had been successful in the exams, the people who had now been officially declared to have been passed and to move on and see the light of their subsequent year's education.
While those that weren't were to face a tough and trying time ahead for they had to reappear for the subjects that had held them back from officially getting into their next year of education.
As I observed, there were girls who flagrantly typed in "I have passed!!!" and "Awwww yiiiiisssss!!" And "God be praised!!!" on the group. For me, these girls had no heart or had complete disregard for the feelings of the girls who had quieted down in the group, for they sat struggling with the storm of defeated feelings that had probably raided their hearts the moment they realised their roll numbers weren't on the list.
Next came a text that otherwise would have been deemed normal, "could anybody send in pics of our Pathology lecture?"
While people were still recovering from the shockwave the sudden revelation of the result had caused, this was the near immediate text that came from a (now I believe, an apparently ignorant) girl.
My religion teaches that one must be careful in front of the person who is going through a hard time. One musn't boast about their wealth in front of the one who's less priviledged. One mustn't speak of their parents in front of an orphan. For such people already are sore and their wounds cannot bear anymore.