This is an excerpt of a conversation I had with my younger brother today. It was about my earlier post.
Truth be told, neither of us have been anywhere near this college. But in true jilpa tradition, we speculated about life in Tamil Nadu concentrat….i mean engineering colleges, without actually knowing anything about it. Poetic License. No wait, more like Prosaic License.
: did u see the satyabhama thingie
: yeah. is that the latest rulebook?
: yes
: whew. theyve actually relaxed some of them.
: really? like “punishment for talking to girls will only result in one testicle being incinerated”
: there was stuff in the earlier days about not coming early to bus stops, and toilet breaks not being allowed
: so they just attended their calls of nature right through the window? Or oh…like the Ministry of Love…no windows perhaps?
: one sathyabhama-ite put it thus: ‘if you have bladder control issues, carry a bottle at all times.’
: He needs to write a Anne Frankesque diary about his traumatic 4 years
: hehe
: Do young women professors come under the “Girls and Boys” rule?
: they dont have those. professors must take a personality test before being selected
: Oh I see..Unequal Employer par extraordinaire. Their “personality” test involves killing puppies, I presume
: i was just kidding, but i wouldn be surprised
: Sanity is the surprise element here. The opposite comes with the package 🙂
