Misunderstanding Missing

This post is to set the records straight. I got brick-bats and bouquets for my last article. While all blasted me for describing CET as lifeless, almost all agreed with me that it isn't exactly what we thought it would be. CET does lack something. I am not here to argue more on that.

An anonymous reader raised the topic of batch mates and the unbreakable relationships we all have made. "They do shape our lives in many ways than one and most of the time without us realizing", he goes on to say. Very true.

vyali Vishnu said, "...Between I made a hell lot of unbreakable personal relations here."

chandru commented, "… about CET spirit how will you feel wen you meet another guy from CET after few years?. i bet u wil feel a connection.."

As the wait for my course to get over continues, these comments and words seem to become bolder and more meaningful. Many misunderstood my last post about not missing CET, as not missing my friends. This is what I wanted to clarify.

I WILL SORELY MISS MANY OF MY CLASSMATES... A good number of them will be with me at Bangalore. Hopefully the malls and parks there will play hosts for our get-togethers. But an even larger number of them will be in other places like Chennai, Pune and even Trivandrum. When I said I won't be missing CET much when I leave here in a few months' time, I never meant my classmates. The recent class tour has only reaffirmed my apprehensions - I'll sorely miss many of them. I'll miss them as individuals, but not certainly as my class.

A pic from the recent S8 tour

We started off as a class of 60. Truly Heterogeneous. Guys and gals from all nook and corners of Kerala; some mallus from outside too. Did all links fall in place immediately? No. It took time. MHites and LHites grouped quicker. And so as to prove the saying, "Birds of the same feather flock together", true; by the end of first year there were 10-15 groups in class. As time progressed some groups merged, few rearranged and some even split to form smaller ones. In between we lost a few of our mates to death and studies.

A video made from S3-S8 tour pics by somali

Silent ones (a smile.. at most a monosyllable), some who never stop making chalus, other few who rarely ever come to class (and when they do come, 9 out of 10 times it will be a strike), eccentric characters (all are, in a way), mood-swingers (self-explanatory), people who describe themselves as Kings (and Queens) of adichukittal, dead serious first benchers and least bothered back benchers. When the situation demands (or offers), these people transform into bujis, vaynokkis, couples, singers, cricket players, thadiyan, dancers, alamban, pianists, rock lovers, lunch-skippers and madiyan. And among us we are somali, psycho, AC, bajjo, LP, suru, pandu, SRK, mandhu, mandan, atj, AMC, kochu, dasan, lathettan, aprem, annie johny, hameed, prasannan, clintu, maathachan, chogu, suniyandi, chandru, twins (ashamed to admit that even after 4 years I still cant say which is Rajesh and which is Rakesh) and so on... the list is too long. Describing each person, as a friend of mine wanted me to do, is a task I won't be able to do justice to. So I leave it here.

The Last Ink-Drop : Vishnu summarised it correctly,

"Bingo! never as a class

nor as of a college

but as individuals u ll miss a few ppl around!"

The woods and birds I saw……

At the shadows of Dusk,
the rider slowed.
A solitary sparrow streaked home,
mindless of the tepid wind,
blowing to the setting sun.
Orange crimson shades of glow
danced in the wind,
delightfully painting the earth and leaves.
Behind a crimson veil,
a shy-moon waited for the weary sun to sleep.
“O ye Dusk,
sweet lass of sun and moon;
a virgin you will always awake as
for, for my senses to satiate
you never linger till I sleep”.

I was asked to write something for the college magazine. Any topic, No word limit. Just a deadline - within the week. But what do I write about? I didn’t want to make it another one of my serious analysis. I cant keep them out altogether, either. With just a few months, or maybe days, to go before a new batch replaces us in this college, musings and memories of these four years is good enough theme to fill the next few pages.

And when I did write, the editorial board rejected it saying, “Too negative to be put in CET magazine”. You decide.

So here I go.. Beware - I will be writing just as things come to my mind. True to a human mind, I'll jump from event to event, the link may not be visible.

To start, I think, I should go to the day I joined the college. There are six Loyolites in my class and having heard many dreadful stories about ragging, we decided to avoid the college bus completely for the first few days. So it had to be the KSRTC buses. As per plan we came together and went to class as a group. The class had already started (it's first year after all). Permission granted, we entered the class and occupied the back benches. We already knew the best place in the class, I think. I don’t remember much of those initial classes except that almost all classes for the first few months were engaged. Whenever we got free time, we Loyolites went out together. Be it for exploring the various blocks or for just chatting away in the park adjacent to the arkee building.

That wasn’t really my first day in this college, though. I had come here at least a couple of times while I was still at school; for the school basketball tournament. If rain played havoc with schedule, then the matches were played in the indoor stadium here. I had had a few glimpses of the college then itself. Green everywhere. Plenty of shades and open spaces. Certainly a place brimming with charm. Then I came, again, for the admission process. That was the day I experienced my first dose of ragging. Unfortunately, for us, after the counselling session, we decided to have a small stroll around the place. And whom did we meet? Poonachi!!! At least some of you must be knowing this colourful character. Anoop is his real name. His friends decided to rechristen it to a trendy poonachi (Anoop in reverse). Fortunately, the seniors were having series exams (we didn’t know that then as we hadn’t heard that term before). So after a few futile attempts at scaring us (I think we stood our ground firmly in spite of his sneers and threats), he let us go. That incident made us reaffirm our decision to move as a group, henceforth.

Other than the indoor stadium, what we as school students had heard about CET was the panchaarakaadu. Famous or infamous; I don’t know. But, certainly one of the best places in this college for small talk and.... I know a few guys in my class who had knit many dreams around this lovely place even before joining here. Sadly, those dreams are yet to bloom. As a single, myself, I am not eligible to write more about this place.

Just a few days into the first year and we already knew - CET isn’t exactly the place we had hoped it to be. Lifeless. That sums up my frustration. It's only a couple of students that I have heard saying, CET is better than their school. If you want anyone to miss their school badly, give them admission here. Ok, I am being too harsh. Couldn’t help. The faces all look blank. No activities happening. Sports? Well you can forget that as you are no more in school. Teachers and students lead separate lives, think parallely and have little or no reverence for each other. Their looks and smiles rarely greet. "Boring", was the answer I gave a senior when he quizzed me about the college, during one of my ragging sessions. He too agreed, I think, as he didn’t torture me more for that answer.

"Stop Sreejith".. "That're enough accusations"... Right. There have been many wonderful moments in this college too.

Elections is one week-long festival I have always enjoyed. Demo political outfits and dummy candidates. How can we think of an election without them? Distilled Golgiba, PARI, FLUTES are some of the names that come to my mind as I write now. Dressed in imaginative costumes and with slogans and promises that certainly can’t be reproduced here (read censored), they really helped bring down the temperatures and made elections more interesting. Speaking of weird costumes and demo parties, Demo Week is another spectacle I have always looked forward to. Black Day, Cross Day, Pandi Day (my favourite), School Day, Goonda Day and Miscellaneous Day. Words can never describe the fun and drama that these five days bring. Last year I was treated to a liberal dose of black colour on Black day. Courtesy seniors from my own department. On another day it was glitter powder. All of us had a tough time washing them off. And this year it is our turn. To become the "pandi shavam carried around on a cycle", "a school boy with lollipop and water bottle" or your friendly "local dada". Juniors, watch out!!!

Dhwani, Hostel Days, the sole College Day I have seen while in second year, irregular Electronites, Freshers Day, Sargam... have enjoyed something of all. Alas, all flattered to deceive. None could bring this college to life.

Now let me ask you all one simple question. What made you choose CET, overruling the nearby private or other government college? Placements, of course. I had a pretty good rank and had the option to take the trade of my choice. After considering all pros and cons (read dotcom bubble burst and uncertainty in software sector) I decided to take Electronics and Communication. But did I have the aptitude for it? Hey you wrote an entrance exam and cleared it with a good rank. Fine. But does that mean I have the aptitude? I have the ability to study but needn’t necessarily have had the aptitude. And this seems to be the case with hundreds of students all over Kerala. When you clear the entrance exam you are ensuring for yourself a job in one of the IT sweatshops. Enough.

Anyway the Placement Unit here was doing wonderfully well at the time of my joining. It is still going strong with record placements of around 842 offers this year; at least 150 more than last year. The moment I think about placements, it’s my MindTree Group Discussion (GD) that comes to my mind. MindTree had conducted the aptitude test a day before IBM came on campus. I attempted both. IBM had its test and interview the same day and thankfully cleared all to be selected for IBM-E&TS. Now the funny part starts. The next day MindTree announced its list of short listed candidates. My name was there in it too. GD and then interview was the procedure with elimination at each stage. I didn’t want to take another job, just for the sake of it. Also, there were still many to get a decent job. I couldn’t back out either, as it would be disrespect to them. Finally I had to attend the GD. Dressed in an ordinary shirt, no tie, plain pants, no shoes and not even the basic file and resume, I entered the room – determined to under perform!!! The topic for GD was “Relevance of Internet in today’s world”. Simple topic. After the customary 5 minutes preparation time, the moderator asked us to start. Those who desperately needed the job started speaking immediately. Meanwhile, I bent my head, staring non-stop at the carpet beneath my feet. I am supposed to be nervous and ignorant. I had a pen in my hand and I fiddled with it; turning it, opening it, fingers shaking and all. Once in a while I looked up and cast a furtive glance at the moderator. My aim was to give the impression of being a total fool, nervous to the hilt, and my downward stare also helped prevent myself from laughing. At the end, the moderator asked me to conclude. And I finished it excellently, opening my mouth for the first time then. “internet..hmm.. is very important..we use it for mailing, chatting…aaahh.. hmmm…I use orkut daily … and cant think about daily life without it..”. Can anyone better this? When I got out of the room, couple of my co-panellists came up and said “wonderful performance”. I felt pity for myself. I had to do it; but I wish now I hadn’t had to.

I have always wondered why I am able to criticise my college, so often, without any guilty feeling. Hasn’t it given me the job I wanted? Didn’t it teach me the ups and downs of adolescence? Still, I am unable to relate to this setting. CET badly lacks a strong identity. Just as the college is lifeless, we lack a character too, in general. It’s only in orkut communities that we display our strength. CET’s biggest asset is its heterogeneous student community. Leaving out the part-time students, we still are a 2500+ strong family. Family? Misnomer. We failed to capitalize on our strength - the large population - and shape ourselves into a united fighting force. I agree, developing consensus among all for each and every matter is tough. But self-interests and regional identities matter more than the college. So we have MHites/LHites/Dayscis, Tele/Mech/Civil, freshers/seniors/2nd years, Lords/Bethany/Emmaus; everything except CETians. I don’t know the context in which it is said, but some of the CET t-shirts read “undefined”; it aptly sums up our real case. Nothing to be proud of. All ye juniors – redefine yourselves as CETians!!!

I can go on like this, forever. Four years is a short period, but in retrospect so many things happened to write all in a few pages. The eccentric characters (well my friends consider me one too – psycho) in my class, happy moments like our class tours, sad ones like the death of a classmate are all worth pages. That brings me to the last nagging question in my mind - will I miss anything when I leave this college in a few months time?

ormikaan oru mara thanalo, thazhukaan oru ilam kaato illa. sookshikaan oru pidi nalla nimishangalum, kure kootukaarum maathram. avarennum koode undaakum. appol nashtathinte kanakku poojyam.

Sigh!!!

The Last Ink-Drop : I had read in a magazine, few years back, that having a nickname is after all a thing to be proud of. It just shows how much your classmates care and love you. Psycho stops here.

Change of Address... thewhisperingpages

Blogging is a pheomenon that came into this cyber world few years ago. But its popularity and acceptance has never before been this high. I clearly remember, in my schooldays, many of us tried to create our own websites. Crude and lacking in aesthetics; nevertheless proud to say I have one. Almost all of them were hosted on free webhosting sites such as geocities and freeservers. But they were difficult to maintain and improve. Unless you were a geek in web designing your website would have hardly got any hits.

Then came blogs and blogging. This gave the ordinary netizen a chance to tell the world what he thinks; ALOUD. Ever since I came to know about blogs, I wanted one of my own. But the lazy fellow that I am, kept postponing it. Also, the forum that cetafi.net gave me to post my articles and poems, mellowed the need. The alumni' site cetafi.net have visitors only from the alumni community and, to a very small extent, present CETians. So when the reservation issue resurfaced after a decade-and-a-half of slumber, I needed a bigger forum to air my views. I decided to create my own blog.

The decision was easy to take. Choosing blospot was easier. But what was difficult was getting the URL of my choice. I had quite a few names in my mind. Alas, smarter netizens had already taken them. Time was running out, as I wanted to express my views immediately; before the issue fades from public. That was how I had to settle for lend-me-ur-ears as my blog address. I dont like using chat lingo or SMS text styles in my blog. Then why did I use "ur" instead of "your"? Reason is simple. The smart netizens I spoke about earlier, had used up these names too. So "lendmeyourears" and "lend-me-your-ears" were unavailable. Had to settle for "ur". The name never satisfied me. It served the need, but I was always on the lookout for better ones.

I dont exactly remeber when "whispering pages" came to my mind, certainly 2-3 months ago. Today when I got the spare time, I decided to change the address once and for all. Blogspot wasnt co-operative enough, though. It told me (again) that there are smarter people in this world. "whisperingpages" was unavailable. I hadnt expected this to happen (I should have!!!). My arsenal was empty. Tried making up new names. None impressed me. That's when I thought, why not add "the"? I tried "thewhisperingpages" and thankfully blogspot agreed (just in case you didn't understand, it's the whispering pages without the blanks). And so, here it is; the new address for my psychic musings.. http://thewhisperingpages.blogspot.com

I had tried quite a few of the new features in blogger2, which is the new version, in my old blog itself. I changed the template to "Harbour", adjusted font colurs and sizes, added a bottom scroll (disclaimer) and also a counter (the six monkeys hanging below). I did cheat on that counter. I had given a starting value around 40, a conservative estimate of the number of people that would have visited my old blog. But as I added the posts from the old blog later and also changed settings many number of times thereafter, the count increased quickly with each refresh; I being solely responsible. The articles from the old blog have been added here with their original date and time settings. To view the responses to each, you will have to view the old blog.

The Last Ink-Drop : TIME magazine's person-of-the-year for 2006 is "you", the common man who has been able to influence government decisions, change policies and rules and shape the future s/he wants it to be. Blogs and the internet have been his main tools for this crusade. I continue mine.

Dear God, what colour is thy hair?

I am in a dilemma. I can’t write more on this topic. It isn’t a lack of time or words. Something more personal. Still, I had promised to write on this topic. And so let me just give you the gist of my feelings.

Do I believe in God? Yes and No. I don’t believe there is a body or a figure or a force which is omnipotent and omnipresent. But I believe in ‘a God’ for my survival. Read on….

With closed eyes and folded hands what do we pray for daily? Knowledge.. Happiness.. Love.. Peace.. Wealth.. Health.. In short, we pray for everything we don’t know the definite path to. If there were no diseases and all were blessed with longevity, would we have prayed for good health? If we knew how to make money (I don’t know how much that is) then would we have prayed for it?

God, for me, thus, represents the sum total of all the ‘Knowledge we Lack’. There are plenty of things we have found out about this universe. But many still remain as mysteries. Some exist as superstitions while some others continue to surprise us as miracles. It’s this ignorance and the helplessness there-of that makes us plead before the Almighty daily.

God is the elusive secrets and knowledge of this universe and prayers & religion provide us with a path to try and reach it. To uncover everything, and become omnipotent. We will need thousands of years more for that.

If there doesn’t exist a super-powerful being who is omnipotent and omnipresent, why should I believe in one? The reason is more psychological than logical. Besides air, water and food humans require one more fundamental entity for sane existence – Hope. When facing defeat, when no forward path is to be seen, it’s hope that pushes us forward. When we pray to God, we expect Him to rescue us from the situation, like a fictional super hero. Belief in such a super hero will give support to our minds and will help us see through any situation.

I have explained my Yes and No, I hope.

The Last Ink Drop: There was a brief, very brief, period in my life, because of a string of defeats in a single day, I became an atheist. I stopped praying and refused to enter temples. But this didn’t last long. I am after all human and I too need support. I became a believer again, quickly. And as for the colour of God’s hair – he’s bald.

Writer’s Block

It has been a very loooonnngg time since I wrote anything; anything. There have been many well-wishers who wanted to see new posts in this blog. Though there were many topics in my mind, I just couldn’t make myself write. A classic case of writer’s block.

I am one of those kind who can’t write just like that. I usually write when I strongly feel about a topic. It can be about a very silly incident or about something I recently read. Once the seeds have been planted, it takes some more time, after debating and crossing off points in my mind, before I finally put it down on a piece of paper. And exam season has always been the right time for writing anything new. That’s why you will find in my old college notebooks, the egg-shell remains of many of my articles and poems. I wont say I hate studying but it certainly isn’t something that I look forward to when I reach home. Given the fact that I have a very low concentration (maybe second only to my bad memory), it isn’t very long before my mind drifts off to some topic in mind. With no one to disturb you (as I am studying for my exams!!!) I end up discussing the outline of a new article in mind and when the urge to put it down in writing becomes strong, I just do it…

The past few months, I haven’t been feeling such an urge. And I purposefully encouraged it too. I wasn’t feeling very confident about my seventh semester preparations and I didn’t want any new brainwave to cause havoc. But now that the exams have been postponed I have decided to do some writing. Right now I have uploaded two articles I had written nearly one year back and have been published in cetafi.net. If you ask me why I have put old wine in new bottle; it’s simply because like wine these too have only increased in significance, with age. If you go through the articles you’ll find that the situation discussed is much the same even today. And some of my points have been proved true over the last one year. Before I pass out from CET, you can expect a more comprehensive and detailed article covering all the points mentioned in these two along with my final observations and inferences.

Now coming to my new article, I am thinking about re-writing an old one. It’s titled “Dear God, what colour is thy hair?” As you might have guessed, it has got something to do with God and His existence. I had written one under this title some years back, but it never saw the daylight. I lost that paper too. So I want to re-write that and add some more points, which I have garnered since then. Expect this in this blog in a few days.

I certainly will try to write regularly. There was a feeling of void and tastelessness in the last few months and I realise it’s because I haven’t been writing anything. I’ll try…

‘O Captain, My Captain…...’

Prologue…

A page from my life (a bit dog-eared): The venue is LMS compound and the event is CAP (Centralised Allotment Process). The demure atmosphere is punctuated regularly with tensed sighs and deep breaths. A computer operator manning an allotment terminal calls out the number ‘84’. Heaving a sigh of relief I, along with my father, responded to the call. Without hesitation, I gave my preferences. EC followed by AE and then CS, all in CET. The good rank withstanding, the computer allotted me AE. Disappointed I left, not before filling the higher options form. A few weeks later I got the course of my choice.

Epilogue…

A page from an Engineering aspirant’s life, 30 years hence (fictious but probabilistic): Same venue and same jamboree. The gaudy sea of humanity is vibrating with the latest ring tones. A computer operator calls out the number ‘5567’. A candidate and his father walks up to the computer terminal and makes themselves comfortable with panache. “Merit seats in self-financing colleges have been filled”, the operator says apologetically. “There are plenty of merit seats left for EC and other courses in CET. May I allot you to CET? ”, the operator asks, even more apologetically. “Nah, we will go for a management seat in a good private college”, the candidate says imperturbably. Finally choosing a ‘good’ college the candidate returns home smirking.

I did break a few rules by letting Epilogue share space with Prologue in the first page itself. The past we know, future we can imagine but the present is the most difficult to assimilate of all tenses. Often the churning is felt only when the butter is seen. Our college is celebrating its 65^th year of existence and in this context let me analyze the transitions in the professional education sector and CET in particular after the entry of self financing colleges into this sector.

CET, for long, has been the undisputed ‘best’ among Kerala’s Engineering Colleges. Till a few years back, there was no other college which could boast of such a large campus, infrastructure and an intellectually bright student-teacher community. It was for these same reasons that I chose CET without hesitation. Why ponder more? The exuberant placement cell is one good enough reason for any engineering aspirant to join CET (At last count the 2002-2006 batch has received nearly 581 job offers).

So that is how the unsinkable CET is cruising. Calm waters. No sharks. Complacent. Very complacent.

Before I ‘sink’ CET, let me recall the histories of some other Titanics. St. Joseph Hr. Sec. School and Model School were once upon a time two of the most prestigious schools in Trivandrum. Both boasted of eminent teachers and had facilities well beyond their competitors. Many of the present day celebrities and bureaucrats are alumnus of these institutions. But if one were to take a survey of the top ten schools in Trivandrum today, you will be surprised to know that they don’t even figure in the 10^th position. The reasons are simple. They failed to upgrade and update with the changing needs. Unaided schools brought in a revolutionary change in the mode of teaching. Besides excellent teachers, they provided students with all the facilities needed for all round development. While St. Joseph and Model School continued to school with the same infrastructure, unaided schools regularly upgraded. So it wasn’t long before these Titanics were sunk.

These facts won’t suffice to convince the hardcore CET-ian, I know. So for these guys, here are a few more painful truths. Are our teachers the best? A difficult question to answer. We certainly have the brightest brains to teach. But how many of them actually teach. CET’s history, too, doesn’t mention about any teacher who has completed the whole syllabus on time. Now compare with a private college. The fatter pay packet has been able to attract quiet a number of good teachers. And by hook or by crook (extra classes on Saturday) the whole syllabus is completed.

Want more? Then, are our infrastructure and lab facilities the best? Everyone knows our college is an old one. But do we need to stamp that throughout our college. Cobwebbed classrooms. Piteous hostels. Defunct and rusty equipments. Shift the scene to a private college. Sparkling marble floors. Latest equipments working with clockwork precision (Speaking of clocks, there is an electronic clock in one of our Electronics Lab. The clock is as old as the college and works on electricity. It never shows the real time as tsunamis are more predictable than the electric supply). Moreover a demure environment has been provided for serious academics.

Still want more? Then chew this. Can anyone match CET in terms of placement? This is one area CET is still king. The number of job offers has been steadily increasing over the years. Though a few companies do visit other colleges, the students there don’t have the same variety and menu to choose from. Still, I feel, this won’t last for long. Companies need men and these colleges have the right contacts to lure them. Almost all the private colleges have a placement cell and it won’t be long before IBM or Microsoft poaches in these colleges, too.

At least now, admit defeat. Barring placements, self-financing engineering colleges have already overtaken CET in all other quality parameters. In spite of this, if CET is still considered the best, then it’s solely due to the collection of the best brains in Kerala. The present situation can be summed up in two lines, “If you want to learn the subject, study in a private college. If it’s only a job you want, then come to CET”.

‘O Captain, my Captain; the ship is sinking’. I will certainly swim to safety, as there is at least 30 years before CET will fully sink. Who will plug the leak and save the ship? I would like to know.

The White Smoke :- I want to use this tailpiece to thank the Alumni members for maintaining the site www.cetafi.net. Why? Because 30 years from now, the nostalgic articles in the website will help me describe to my children the wonderful college that CET was once. Even before I started writing this article, I had discussed its contents with few of my classmates. Most of them vehemently argued and adamantly refused to toe my line. So I am very curious to know how you respond to my analysis. Please let me know.

This article was written when I was in my Fifth Semester and before the College authorities had started utilising the World Bank funds for renovation and new equipments. The original article was first published in www.cetafi.net

Who is the winner?

“One year to rule us all;
Two parties to divide us all;
And one election to fight it all.”

The present political climate of our college can be aptly described by the above three lines. Even as I write this article, I am not sure whether there will be a college election at all this year as the University and College authorities are trying to make head and tail out of the recent High Court order. Still, to explain to the readers the new bipolar political situation, I would like to set this article against the backdrop of an election; a fight for power.

Before I start analyzing, let me provide some background information for the benefit of Alumni members to bring themselves up-to-date with the recent changes. Two years ago, i.e. before I joined the college, there were mainly three student political parties. The weaklings (read KSU & ABVP) though, got wiser and decided to stand united. Thus was born VOC (Voice Of CET). Though KSU and ABVP are its political parents, VOC in its disclaimer claims itself to be a politically neutral students’ body. So, now the college has a two party political structure with politically active students either leaning to the SFI or VOC.

Readers might have, by now, understood the meaning of the three lines at the top. There is, but, one phrase that I would like to emphasise – ‘divide us all’. One doesn’t have to be a voter to understand the significance of a majority in an election. A 50+ percentage is a frugal necessity for any political party aspiring to come to power. It’s also common knowledge that MH (and to some extent LH) equals SFI. It is this political equation that has helped SFI remain in power for so long. The one-party culture in MH has been good for them as it gave them cohesion and strength. But was it good for the college?

MH is a ‘fixed’ vote bank for SFI. A few hundred more votes and the victory of their candidate is certain. This was enough when the opposition was splintered. But with the opposition deciding to fight on a common plank things changed. VOC can never dream of making inroads into the impervious Red Fort of SFI – MH. But then the votes from MH doesn’t really matter if the rest of the college unitedly votes for them; after all MH accounts for only 600 out of the total 2500 eligible voters. The problem was, there was no single force or person to unite the splintered votes (mainly that of Day Scholars).

This is where the shrewd political strategists in VOC drew inspiration from Lord Curzon and his policy of ‘Divide and Rule’. To consolidate the ‘other’ (everything except MH) votes, VOC decided to champion the cause of Dayschis. If SFI is for MH then VOC is for Dayschis became the unproclaimed political slogan. How far they have been successful can be said only after the next elections.

The writing on the wall is clear with SFI (read Union) and VOC (read Opposition) deciding to conduct separate youth festivals, mock placement tests and strikes. You may call it double dhamaka offer. But I would have preferred one of each, organized by the ‘students of CET’. All this, vindicates my views on student politics and the need for reforms in Kerala’s College campuses. Before my analysis becomes an overdose of criticism, let me stop.

The White Smoke: - As school students we have learnt History. Wise men believe, learning History is to learn our past mistakes. The seeds of divisive, hatred politics have only been sown. Let us stand united and fight it; a fight for our CET.

This article was written when I was in my Fifth Semester and before the College elections for that year had been held. The original article was first published in www.cetafi.net