College…. Hell no!!!!

And here we go again… another year has started, and with it has started hopes and dreams of another year. Tomorrow my college starts. Now while for many around the world college may be a grand place to meet up with friends, comment on the absurdity of the new professors and maybe for those few people who have them to spend quality time with their girlfriends. Unfortunately for those people who study in my college this is not so. First of all my department is an all boys department (talk about close mindedness).
Secondly my college starts at the unimaginable time of 6 AM. Yes ladies and gentlemen 6 AM. For those of you who have not realized the significance of this let me tell you that this means we have to get up by 4-4 30 to reach college in time. Oh!!! By the way if we fail to reach college in time not only are we marked absent but also, if we are caught by the dean we are to pay him 50 rupees which he promptly puts in his pocket.We have not yet decided whether this fifty is a fine for reaching college late or sim[ply a bribe to be allowed to go into class. By the way attendance carries marks in our college, so any student who has been absent too many times will not only miss a lecture but also will possibly fail the class at the end of the semester.
The fellow students do nothing to improve the atmosphere of the college. The totally robot mentality of following the herd is excruciating, and they seem to have nothing on thier minds besides how to secure marks. Now I know that you are possibly thinking that is what I get for admitting myself to a below standard college, but this is not so. This college is one of the premier colleges in India and leading brand names in the world.
However what must happen, must happen. So I must leave you here as I prepare for the hell named College that starts from tomorrow.

-The resigned Walrus

Anonymity

The coffee was good today, o walrus.

Now the big question that some people who got to know our identity are asking, why the hell anonymous?

Of the many possible answers, the following struck me first

1. Suppose we mention in the offing that Bal Thakre was a communal sociopath or Rahul Gandhi is an excellent politician, the police and the mob, respectively, will take a little time before squaring in on us.
2. We can safely write how we liked one Justin Bieber song without getting kicked in the shin by people.
3. The Indian Police won’t be able to find me if I mention that I’m gay. Above all, I fear the ‘criminal’ tag, I think mainly because I was once forced to dance to the ‘Criminal’ track by Akon.
4. I can profess my love for a girl, even if I know that….Oh, well, I cried a lot after watching ‘Devdas’. I cannot stand a drunken SRK. His dialogues seem incoherent even when he’s not inebriated.
5. Ahh, the best, I can safely say that red is the warmest colour standing in Bengal. (There’s a thing about clichés, no one can deny that.)

And because it just seems cool. There are examples galore of authors and poets gaining popularity after writing under a pseudonym. Until they were revealed their possible identity created a web of mystery around their writing, which probably made them excel as writers.

But I have no intention of becoming an author, I don’t know if the walrus has any. So why did we decide to remain anon?

Because it’s just a liberating idea to go beyond the world of ‘like’s, ‘share’s, ‘comments’ and ‘notifications’. It just feels good to just write and be read, without having to worry if the profile picture looks good enough or if the girls have liked my status or if I am going to offend people by whatever I want to say. And just write whatever, absolutely whatever comes to my mind.

Give the man a mask, and he’s going to pour out his secrets.

 I forgot who came up with this gem, but there it goes.

Anonymous.

– the seal