May 09, 2005 12:48 AM
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(Updated May 09, 2005 01:15 AM)
Well..i know Ive just written a review on xavs...but here am I again...thought id share with you something I wrote back when I was part of that labyrinth;) just something that struck me pretty hard (back then) about the guys at xaviers...here goes....
I sure was a child of the 90’s but inspired by all those Hollywood college flicks revolving around the 1960’s flower-children, I’d engage in hours of day-dreaming about how I could possibly change the world and other aspects of life. Hmm, I wouldn’t say that I was one of those popular girls of my days. In fact, there were times I’d look wistfully at one of those leggy, inmates of the college that had triumphantly returned …not with the Miss India crown, but with the title “the-one-who-made-it-to-the-last-round” and enviously wish I was them. Leggy I wasn’t but smart I was. So, I spent my days enjoying the final years of carefree existence, intrigued by the people I met and the sights I saw. By the end of my final year in that lovely Gothic labyrinth, I had made quite a few notes about why I could never get Xavier’s out of my system. And thus, I concluded…
Xaviers! The place to be in…and why, you may ask? Because of the warmth that one saw among the people, um…inmates out there; because of Malhar and all the activities and humdrum that accompany it (squabbling for posts like Organizer,
Organizing Committee, Volunteer et al and more so, the much talked about 'politics' and 'rigging' too); because of our darling princi--the one whom you love and hate at the same time; because of the relationships that you see blossoming and withering in the five years that you study there; because of the babes---no, I don't mean the pink creatures with those cute little snouts roaming all over the city, but those with made-up pretty faces, manicured nails and voices so high-pitched that it'd put any member of the philharmonic orchestra to shame and last, but not the least--the guys, bantam-like and bursting with repressed macho-ism. Back when I studied there, they did not exist in large numbers, unlike the girls in Xavier’s. Eventually, gals like us were forced to resort to ogling at prints of Dino, Milind or even pub-hopping in the hope of catching a glimpse of a Greek-God look alike. That got the great intellectual…er, moi thinking! I embarked on this highly intensive, motivated journey to dissect the species-‘males. and what better way of obtaining a sample than in the place most convenient to me then!
And so, after some careful studies and close observation of the guys at Xaviers, the gal-friends and I organized our highly interesting data into five categories-----
THE SNOBS: aren’t really meant to be looked at; or at least that's the impression they give. They hang out with equally snobbish gals and remind you of their social standing each time they make eye contact with you. They’ll give you a quick glance, then turn away to talk to members of their 'clan'; their backs toward you. It makes you wanna pull their fat wallets out of their backpockets!! Some of them are irresistibly cute and they just seem to know it. They hang around outside college sitting on cars and fagging away to glory, sharing the stub with a dozen of their kind. Since rich guys get along real fine with rich gals, sorry all ye gals of the aam junta, you may try and try; but I doubt you'll succeed.
THE HUNKS: thankfully, aren’t as snobbish and suck-up, but they are definitely booked!! And while you prefer hanging out in the noisy foyer with the enthu crowd, they prefer sticking around in the tunnel, cootchie-cooing the break away. They are awfully sweet tho’, and you can even manage to have a decent conversation with them when the girlfriend isn't around. They’ll turn on their charming smile, say Hello in a slightly condescending manner, borrow your history notes and vanish into thin air while you're still shaky at your knees. Public demonstrations of affection are a must and you'll find them in all nooks and corners. Lucky them! They even have adoring female fans, who try making their voices sound like them so that attendance is guaranteed, even fighting with one another to do the same.
THE I'M-DESPERATELY-TRYING-TO -FIT-IN GUYZ: Our good ol' Govinda wannabes. They manage to procure tight body hugging T-shirts, equally tight jeans(so what if they have that fake C.K. label on the back pocket?), Lacoste belt and Tommy bag, too(all going under the term ‘fake').They come sidling up to you, make idle conversation, literally talking about the weather and never ,ever fail to say hi, especially when you walk up to the station with that gorgeous hunk from your class. (Yes, lady luck does smile on some, at least once in a lifetime)Probably, they even see themselves among the few at the Brazilian carnival, for they are perpetually in bright, even gaudy colours.
THE BOOK-WORMS: are the friendly ghosts of Xaviers, haunting the libraries. Although they aren't your conventional boy-meets-girl-in -the-library heroes, methinks they are heroes in their own right for they are so brave to be able to run through the century-old press marked voluminous volumes of un-heard writers. Science fiction rules! You find them in the canteen, if not in the library, sipping scalding hot coffee or in the Boys Common Room or playing endless games of carrom. They spend hours trying to do away with the moist, black dust lathered on their fingers, thanks to the endless hours spent thumbing through ancient works by Homer, Einstein et al. Fortunately, some of them are good sports, actually agreeing to give you proxy when you have the itch to bunk.
THE MEN FROM MARS: I like calling them that although' they are simply down to earth. They are wild, wacky and flit from one group to another, cheering everyone with their enormous collection of one-liners. They sulk if you ignore them, blush if you pay them a compliment and cheer you when you're low.
Well, like you all may have guessed, at the end of the fifth year, I happily walked out of those majestic premises armed with not only a degree that guaranteed me a good profession, but also something that has helped me in all my endeavors since then (I proudly state that I now also have a Master’s degree)---analytical skills! And I am proud to say that all I ever needed to learn about guys, I did at Xaviers!.
