Personality Development Session
Today, when I saw, that a Personality Development Session (PDS) was about to start in the train, I had a flashback.
It has been almost three year since my first PDS. It was daily, one full hour of humiliation for me and fun for others. I used to hate that month long regime, which made me feel even more homesick. Most of my friends recall that I looked afraid and spoke little.
Last three years, I have wondered, why anybody would rag someone whom they don’t know. Specially someone who, for the first time is away from her family. Why did they not realize that she might be feeling homesick and missing people who cared for her? Why the seniors did not make an attempt to make her feel comfortable, at least in the first week?
Now, when I am in the senior most batch, I have come to understand what most of my seniors must have been going through. Being the senior most batch, you happen to know the least number of people, most of the people you knew have already passed out. A sense of loneliness creeps in. Besides that, after three years of talking about the same people, there is no fun in bitching about them anymore. One needs new people to talk to and gossip about. And if you were in my college you would understand that gossiping is the single most important source of entertainment in the lives of students here. So life without gossip seems a little too mundane. The second plausible reason for promoting PDS is the age old funda of saas bhi kabhi bahu thi…or senior ki bhi kabhi personality development hui thi …
And the PDS continued till the hostels were separated, and to my bad luck we were the last ones with fully developed personalities in our campus.
Well, I am not promoting PDS to revive the so called traditions. I am writing about it because, it left an impact on me and at times when I look back, the memories of that one month are stronger than the rest of the three eventful years.
Today, when I saw, that a Personality Development Session (PDS) was about to start in the train, I had a flashback.
It has been almost three year since my first PDS. It was daily, one full hour of humiliation for me and fun for others. I used to hate that month long regime, which made me feel even more homesick. Most of my friends recall that I looked afraid and spoke little.
Last three years, I have wondered, why anybody would rag someone whom they don’t know. Specially someone who, for the first time is away from her family. Why did they not realize that she might be feeling homesick and missing people who cared for her? Why the seniors did not make an attempt to make her feel comfortable, at least in the first week?
Now, when I am in the senior most batch, I have come to understand what most of my seniors must have been going through. Being the senior most batch, you happen to know the least number of people, most of the people you knew have already passed out. A sense of loneliness creeps in. Besides that, after three years of talking about the same people, there is no fun in bitching about them anymore. One needs new people to talk to and gossip about. And if you were in my college you would understand that gossiping is the single most important source of entertainment in the lives of students here. So life without gossip seems a little too mundane. The second plausible reason for promoting PDS is the age old funda of saas bhi kabhi bahu thi…or senior ki bhi kabhi personality development hui thi …
And the PDS continued till the hostels were separated, and to my bad luck we were the last ones with fully developed personalities in our campus.
Well, I am not promoting PDS to revive the so called traditions. I am writing about it because, it left an impact on me and at times when I look back, the memories of that one month are stronger than the rest of the three eventful years.
posted by droh @ 10:00 AM
2 Comments
