DPS, Mathura Road
There's just one word to describe the week gone by — ‘Bizarre’. The heat (thank you Mr. S.Sreedharan for the Metro), the hope spelt by the rains, the forms, the running around and to top it all, having friends who play pranks on you, not once, but twice.
So, I am supposed to share my admission procedure experience with you. It’s fun to see so many people around. From the one at the application desk to the one at the query counter to the acquaintance you said hello to while walking on the street. It is so bizarre.
Mark Twain once said, ‘Twenty years from now, you will be disappointed by the things you could not do instead of being happy about the ones you did. So sail away from the safe harbour catch the winds in your sail, Explore, Dream, Discover’.
I don't intend to be philosophical but I am actually having fun. The DU banta (drink) worth Rs 10 acts as a lifesaver in this 46 degrees Delhi heat and the sasta khana satiates your hunger.
And while the Metro chugged fast, it was Red Hot Chili Peppers this time telling me ‘There’s a reason for the 21st century, not so sure. But I know it’s meant to be’. Adios Amigo
Kshitij Sharan (85%)
Vasant Valley, Vasant Kunj
So now what do I do with my life? This is an important question, but I’m too lazy to even think about it. I am absolutely vela until college opens and nothing seems to get me out of bed before 10 o’clock or into bed before 2 o’clock at night. Jokes apart, here’s what a ‘common’ student at Delhi University wishes for.
The most common word that one comes across while discussing admissions is jugaad. It’s a funny word but a very common one in Gen Ys lingo. Now the debate is – Is jugaad possible in DU?
Let’s move to the second most important issue. It might seem strange, but when I heard this one, I literally fell off my chair laughing. We all know that sports quota is an important medium to get admission into Delhi University. But the basic fundamentals of sports quota are simply shocking. A national level player gets fewer points for sports quota than a player who has won a medal at the zonal level. Logic says that Nationals points should start where Zonals points end. I request authorities to take a look at this.
I am not trying to criticise Delhi University, just trying to make the ‘peoples’ voices reach the authorities.
I went to Kirori Mal College to buy the Optical Mark Recognition (OMR) form. Then I bought individual forms from Shri Ram College of Commerce (SRCC) and St Stephen’s.
However, there is one thing for which I am grateful to the authorities — the Common Aptitude Test for English (CATE). The fact that now DU is looking at qualities other than board results is a big step in the right direction. Finally, people with real aptitude, rather than book smart people will get a chance to attend the top colleges of our university.
But, I regret the fact that I cannot make it to the top colleges as my English scores were not something to write home about. (It’s a different matter that I’ve applied for reevaluation).
Soham Shiva (90.25%)
The Shri Ram School. Gurgaon
Things are subject to confusion when they mix up. Homogeneity often tends to distort judgement. Right now, I'm confused too, and the ‘course or college’ debate is ringing in my head.
For now, the DU fever seems to have settled down. Everybody is waiting with bated breath for the cut-offs to be announced. There are exceptions of course (like me), who still haven’t submitted the forms, but the Vishwavidyala has lost much of its frenzy. So, this week, I’ll take a break from the destination and focus on the journey.
The Metro to Rajiv Chowk is never a pretty sight owing to the complete disregard of the term, ‘maximum capacity’. A lady lost her patience one day and got out of the train and started shouting anti-Metro slogans. A few other bored souls (always looking for excitement) joined her. For a minute, she thought she had turned leader of the commons. So excited was she that she stood on the escalator and turned to face the crowd which was applauding her with all its might and sincerity. Unfortunately, she did not realise that she was standing atop an escalator and not stairs. Blowing kisses to the public gathered around her, and unaware of the fact that she had reached the top — she fell. The ground shuddered. The leader had fallen. Applause replaced queries of concern.
And so ended another eventful day. “Patience is a virtue,” they say. And, one does wonder why Delhi'ites need numerous live examples to become aware of the truth in these words.
Saumya Aggarwal (84%)
School life is the easiest time of our lives. We have the dome of security over our heads, the love of our teachers, the support of friends with minds only as young as our own, the encouragement from our parents, the concern of all those around us and enthusiasm to prove that we’re cut out for this. Our school moulds our raw talent into a fresh piece of art that is then sent to college for the final artistic touch.
I visited my school recently and every nook and corner, every hangout, every place reminded me of the time spent in school.
As we flit from youth to adulthood, we carry with ourselves all feelings, memories and sentiments associated with the first shy days in school, the rebellious middle school years and the hard work put in to decide on a career. They all become a part of what we are and who we become.
After passing out from school, everyone hopes and wishes for a good college, skilled faculty, a career-oriented environment, excellent crowd, awesome canteen, the works. We leave school with the feeling that ‘college life will be so much more fun and play, just like in the movies or books’. It doesn’t work that way. We’re on our own, fighting the rat race, striving for the best with a few breathers along the way.
Being a person who has the tendency to get bored very soon, I expect my college to give me new hurdles to cross every day and keep me on my toes, ready to undertake any challenge thrown in my way with poise and self-confidence. That’s what I'm hoping for while I fill forms for the courses I wish to apply to and prepare for the vast number of exams that I have to appear for.
Gauri Saxena (92.25%)
Gyan Bharati School
The big DU dream, well atleast I am conditioned to think – it is big. More than that it is as if the aim of my life is to be a product of the factory that this institution is. I am not a non-conformist, I truly believe that it is necessary to be in a college with the best credentials, DU being just the right place. So, the avid admission person that I am, I decided to travel to all the colleges, just because I believe that DU is the right institution for me. Or like I’ve said earlier, I am conditioned to believe. And thank goodness, that fathers exist, especially those who offer to drive you around instead of you having to board dilapidated and overcrowded Bluelines. And thank God that ACs were invented, otherwise the heat and the faraway travel combination, kills your otherwise highly triumphant spirit. Our first stop was St Stephen’s, the name itself was reason enough to send a shiver down my spine, in a positive way ofcourse. The visit was refreshing in every way I can imagine, but later the sun and friends arrived on the scene. The sweat, the perspiration, the hot breeze, the unimaginably long queue at Kirori Mal College, just got to me. Thankfully, I survived the next five colleges we visited. North Campus, as such was overwhelming in every way, yes temperature wise too. As soon as I arrived home I was greeted with some mouthwatering cutlets made by my very own overtly-stressed-due-to-admission-process mother. I started to fill out the forms as soon as possible. Trust me when I say this, writing your name and your marks on innumerable sheets is exceedingly tiring. It’s like preparing for a burnout stage, voluntarily forcing yourself into it. But then again, indispensable is what it is. I have never been so tired and morose after a long trip. And I hereby (to myself of course) declare I am not, absolutely not capable of travelling long distances every single day. I’m not saying that I like South Campus better. But hey, I can always be judgemental can’t I? Atleast, till the time I’m not admitted into the colossal institution that Delhi University is.
Arushi Kaath (91%)
DPS, Gurgaon, Sector 45
I now know what it's like to be Superwoman! Yes, I have somehow successfully passed the ‘DU ADMISSIONS MONSTER’, without the urge to pull my hair out! For a long time, I had heard about what a marathon task the Delhi University’s admissions procedure could be, and I was dreading the day I’d have to go through it myself! The 31st of May, however proved to be a pleasant surprise! I have applied to four colleges, two being in North Campus and the other two in the South, and my schedule was such that I had no choice but to hit all four on the same day!
I was woken up from my much loved sleep at 7 in the morning. I got dressed and set out for my Dilli Darshan! Travelling to the North Campus was like driving down to another state; I actually saw places I had never seen before! We first hit the prestigious St. Stephen’s College.
Just walking down the corridors, I was in awe, trying to place myself among the prospective candidates. In fact, that was something I saw myself doing at each of the colleges that I visited. Each college offered a milieu unique to itself. I could easily picture myself becoming a proud DU student.
Just across the street was The Hindu College. I hopped over soon after finishing formalities at Stephen’s. It was almost like hopping from one sacred cloud to another. And once that was done, I decided to drive to LSR. Being an all-girl’s college I saw many girls just like me wandering the halls, awestricken!
It’s not really the colleges that make you stare and wonder; it’s just that being there makes us, well at least me, realise just how far I've come and that very soon I’l be stepping into a whole new world!