It's like something out of a highly illogical Quentin Tarantino movie. Guy slogs for a couple of years, guy gets into famous engineering college, guy goes quietly for 2 years and then guy suddenly transforms. In his opinion, he becomes an inspired mundu-wearing action machine, fighting against the forces of evil with sharp knives and an even sharper tongue. But in actual fact he becomes a loud-mouthed, unshaven terminally insane maniac who goes around arguing with other similar terminally insane maniacs that appear to pop up all over the college. Yup, that's college politics for you.
Its actually pretty amusing standing aside and watching a college turn from dignified engineering institution to a potential shoot of Planet of the Apes. People running around with blades and sticks, pretending to be some weird cross-over ninja society and other guys with blood flowing out of every inch of themselves, looking up as if they'd just been martyred at Jallianwala Bagh or something. What nonsense.
Striking in an engineering college is nothing less than an art. Everyone involved in this intellectually stimulating exercise has a uniformity about them. The facial expression, one that's somewhere between that of an angry rhinoceros and that of someone in the last throes of chronic indigestion.
The clothing style- An adequately ketchup-stained shirt, the amazingly symbolic mundu (was used to strangle your opponent in the first engineering strikes), and a beat-down pair of chappals should ensure that you look like the perfect deranged young politician.
The wonderfully endearing slogans shouted out by a crazy nutcase with a voice like that of a steam engine with a shortage of coal, followed by the repetition of the same slogan by the mob of accumulated nutcases tagging along behind him. It seems like the slogans have a fixed template that goes 'Pullane Pullane _______ Pullane'. They just fill that dash for each strike.
When the stock of cheesy slogans runs out, its time to bring out the heavy artillery, fearsome weapons that will kill rather than harm...blunt compasses, tools from the mechanical lab, hockey sticks. Yup Osama would have been proud of this stash. Any future Al-Qaeda expansion plans will now know where to look for prospective candidates, ones with B-Tech degrees no less. Protestors of a more primitive bent of mind may choose to pay homage to the stone age by hurling pebbles at each other. Sreesanth was probably the president of some political party, the way he's bowling..
A lot of protestors during college strikes, are hauled off to jail. But from a behavioral point of view, maybe a caged zoo would work? 'Cos when you think about it an engineering guy faced with an opposing party is not all that different from a hungry baboon faced with a sack of ripe bananas. Expect police officers to come next time with a couple of tranquilizer guns and stuff.
And what's with the names of the college political parties. Just random permutations of the English alphabet? Check this sentence out- The KSU and SFI met the DYFI and ABVP heads along with the AISF and AIYF who talked with the ABCDEFG. To use a cliché, what nonsense!
