The Teenager

When there's so much going on in this world, it causes us opinionated people to make blogs and talk about them.
Why should you read my blog in particular is the question I'm sure you're asking.
Well, sorry to brag, but I'm smart, just, funny, sarcastic, and know my grammar well enough to not cause you a headache.
And most importantly, I'm a teenager. A person who's not been affected by the world in most ways that adults have been and, thus, fresh in my perspective and understanding of this world.
With that, I'd like to welcome you to my blog.
Showing posts with label difficult. Show all posts
Showing posts with label difficult. Show all posts

Friday, August 3, 2012

Bye Bye, Orthodox


So, today was the first day of college. And let me just start off by saying that my college is one of those blessed ones with an amazing faculty. I mean, it isn’t a normal college where a professor comes into class, gives a bunch of knowledge and leaves. Instead, we’re encouraged to participate, to voice our opinions and also recommended to not form opinions based on other people’s beliefs. With these kinds of thoughts, we were introduced to an Environment Education class.

The lecture lasted for one and a half hours and during it, not one minute was spent in reading from a textbook. Heck, we didn’t even have a textbook. Instead, half an hour into the class, we were asked to form groups and pictographically represent on charts what we thought was the reason for the conditions of the environment today.

The second lecture was a bit more interesting than the first one (I mean, Environmental Education is good, but it can be only so good. It’s too monotonous!). Post-lunch was the elective session (in Liberal Arts, you get to choose a couple of electives to study with your core subjects, thus combining different subjects from different streams). We were given an introduction to law, the constitution and intellectual property rights. Again, there were no textbooks. The professor just kept asking us questions in order to get us to say the right answers and also showed us a couple of videos to explain more on the subjects.

When I think about my previous twelve years of studying, I remember the hefty textbooks, the blank mugging late into the night and the likes. My friends who joined the not-so-modern-thinking courses such as medicine or commerce are still undergoing the same routine, whereas, I have been introduced to a new approach to the whole teaching and learning experience, which makes studying so much more fun and interesting.

What I wonder, is that, when is everybody going to adopt this new methodology and start making a student’s life easier. I don’t want this to happen only because I’m a student. Obviously, it’ll be a lot more fun as a teacher too, to start interacting with students and exchanging ideas and basically reviving the spirit of knowledge for learning and not passing exams. That way, wouldn’t our country, or even the world, make more progress?

Obviously, it’s a very idealistic thought and is very difficult to implement. Both students and teachers are hardly interested in carrying out their respective duties because they’re only doing it for the money and society status. But aren’t courses like Liberal Arts recognised in the world? Aren’t there so many colleges offering such kind of courses? There also are so many teachers and students teaching and studying because they have a passion for it. Why can’t this kind of thing be encouraged? Why do we still want to be stuck in this orthodox thinking?

Take a step yourself and start studying the things you love, even if it wouldn’t pay a lot. Encourage your teachers who you think seem different from the rest to engage and interact during lectures. Do it, if not to help the world by embracing this most imminent change, but because it is some serious fun. Go!

Friday, July 27, 2012

*The* Life. Really?


Speaking of moving, to those of you to whom it isn’t obvious, I’m not living at home anymore. In fact, I’m now living at the campus hostel.

Yes, it does sound exciting. Living without parents (or any kind of supervision), doing whatever you want when you want, and basically, experiencing a kind of freedom.

At least, ideally, that’s what it is.

Then reality kicks in, and with it comes hours of washing your clothes, shopping for groceries and such, and of course, dollops of spicy coloured water with assorted vegetables in small quantities with dry rotis and rubbery rice; also known as ‘mess food.’

And then, you decide that idealism sucks.

Apart from all these responsibilities, you also have to maintain a record of whatever you’re spending. And mind you, the spending has to be in a certain quantity, also known as, monthly budget. You’re not allowed to exceed this budget so God forbid it if you want to go to a fancy restaurant or buy one too many bottles of whatever you like to drink.

If all this wasn’t enough, there’s still more. Hostels have curfews so if you decide to come back even a minute after 10.30, get ready to pay 500 bucks. And there goes a quarter of your budget.

And get ready to adjust to people, because you will end up having people living around you with OCDs for cleanliness, different body clocks, different eating habits, different ideologies, different likes and dislikes and so on. Maybe living with friends wasn’t such a hot idea after all.

Speaking of hot, remember to wake up before 11.30, because after that, you won’t get hot water in showers. And while that may not seem so bad at first and you decide to jump into the shower without checking the temperature, you’ll regret it because you’ll remember that you left the warmer city of Mumbai behind and are living in the cold city of Pune.

If you can make the best out of all this, I salute you.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Brrr, it's cold!


So finally, I’ve arrived at Pune and at my college.

The first thing I noticed?

It is *cold* here.

Actually, it isn’t that cold for a lot of people, because it’s only 26 degrees most of the time. But for people coming from the humid city of Mumbai, it’s a little cooler than what they’re used to. They tend to keep the fans off and avoid opening windows and God forbid air conditioned rooms!

But the main problem starts when they have roommates who’re used to this climate and might even find it “hot”.  Ceiling fans aren’t designed to give air in a certain direction, unless ‘everywhere’ can be a direction and of course, the people who are feeling hot will switch on the fan without being so considerate of the other party that's feeling cold. And so, people from Mumbai often find themselves freezing under their thin bedsheets which they thought could double as a blanket because they figured, “You know, it’s just Pune, not Shimla!” and decided to leave behind the fluffy comforter which could’ve easily saved the borrowing of bedsheets and pairs of socks from other people.

Apart from the weather, there are other such anomalies in the city that was so presumed as the ‘Shadow of Mumbai.’ For instance, rickshaw valas pretty much anywhere in the city can just decide to switch off the meter and demand any amount of money from the passenger. General stores are closed on Thursdays and on other days, do not stay open beyond ten. There is no concept of a 24 hour medical store (at least in the part of the city I’m living in). People don’t have any qualms in driving on the wrong side of the road. PMT, short for Pune Municipal Transport, is a fleet of the oldest buses known to mankind and is driven at 60 kmph even in two-way lanes without dividers. Airtel users cannot get decent network in 85% of the places. And, most importantly, somehow, you always manage to wake up by eight in the morning irrespective of the time you slept the night before, even if you’re still sleepy.

Adjusting to such a different lifestyle than my previous is definitely proving itself to be a task. Having lived in a place where everything you could possibly need or want was either at a stone’s throw distance from your house, or was easily accessible because of the various options of regular and systematic public transport, it is difficult to suddenly start living like, well, *this*. Curfews were something that I knew existed, but hadn’t followed until now. Budgets were just terms used by the financial minister or school trustees, but now, it was the word that defined the limit on the money I could spend every month. I have to actually plan my entire day around the timings of the hostel mess, failing which, I either have to go to a restaurant to eat, or not eat at all. Good lord, I actually have to wash and iron my own clothes, unless I’m ready to pay 30 bucks a shirt/jeans!

With so many changes has been my welcome to the city of Pune.

And I’m getting carried away in everything so hard, I actually don’t even know what I think about it.
Hoping to survive the next few weeks without having a nervous breakdown…