operation imperial ch-13

13.

Operation Imperial II

DAY 3:

Today when youth is doing fab in their respective fields, some people are discouraging them, so that the youth community never come up with innovative ideas or never hold good positions in the nation. Albeit, I don’t want to say anything odd about those people, but still, I believe in my heart that in my nation there is nobody who respects the youth power. Nobody even talk about the development or empowerment of youth in India. Everybody is busy in filling his or her Swiss accounts. However, one day, youth will show their true power and we will see only young politicians in the parliament. Nevertheless, is it right? In my opinion “no”, because young mind is innovative plus violent so we need some people who will guide them properly. Old as well as young educated politicians should join hands and optimistically work together for their nation.

After the wonderful conclusion, let us come back to our journey.

Two days were gone with the wind and we got only one recording. For the third day we planned that, we record some useful stuff that helps in proving the fake-ness of this univ.

“Ratan any recording, yet?” prof. asked.

“No sir, nothing.” I replied in dull voice.

“Okay, still we have few hours; don’t make your focus dull. Eyes on the screen, son.”

Prof.’s words always touched my inner soul, I don’t know the reason behind this and also I never showed him my inner emotions but he always guessed right about my gestures. He was very magical like DYNAMO or CHRIS ANGEL.

“Hmm…” I nodded my head up and down.

“Sir take some rest, if I will see something, I will call you.”

This time Devika requested me to take some refreshment; meanwhile she handles the recording process.

“As you wish. Thanks dear.” I thanked her and left the console in her hands.

I went outside to consume some good stuff. As I had finished one tetra pack of real juice, prof. texted me.

“Ratan come fast, Devika has recorded some great stuff.”

After getting this news, my inner curiosity went up and I quickly ran towards the lab.

“Hey ratan, today Devika had done great job. Congratulate her.” Prof said.

“Congrats Devika, where is the recording? I want to see it right know.” my curiosity was enhancing seconds by seconds.

“Yeah….of course. Here we go sir.”

I watched that whole recording. It was bullshit. My heart stopped working after watching that grotty stuff.

This is not for heart patients:

“In the recording all the HODs were sitting in their private chatting room and few students serving drinks to them while some girls were dancing half nakedly in front of the HODs.”

After watching the whole stuff, I felt that I was watching “mughal-e-azam‘s” advanced version. However, at that time no salim or Akbar was present over there.

“What is this, sir?” I asked in a shocking manner.

“The standard of education in INDIA.” Prof. said in a witty manner.

I was standing like a Muppet whose mouth stitched with a long sharp needle, after listening the prof’s witty answer.

“Are you sure? Really, India’s standard of education is this much cheap and grotty?” I asked prof. to ensure myself.

“Yeah, my lad. This is the bitter reality of our nation.”

After confabulating on this topic for half an hour, we saved our recording in the hidden file and closed the recording process.

Day 4:

“Hey boy. What a pleasant morning, huh?” prof. asked in his own James bond style. It seems that prof. was in good mood.

“Yep sir, it is nice today.” I was trying to connect the prof.’s mood with the morning.

“So shall we start the process or not?” prof. asked in excitement.

“Yeah sure. Why are you asking today?”

I was not sure that whether the prof’s mood was good or he was trying to cover something.

“Because today is our second last day of recording process. Soon our students will get their ultimate freedom and that beast will be caged down by the police.” Prof. explained me that how happy he was.

“Very true sir, so shall we start?”

“Yeah, with the salute to operation imperial.” Prof. saluted our secret operation.

As the recording process started prof’s happiness ends with it.

As I hit record on the console, the location on the monitor shifted to the library. Every student was in severe tension. They were finding books on the shelves and in the old cartons. Nevertheless, hardly any book was there inside the library. In addition, the librarian was sleeping with his partially opened mouth. I wished that someone put kilos of cyanide into his mouth.

After recording this much stuff we stopped the process and sat beside the console. Prof’s excitement was lost somewhere. I was like watching his face in some anonymous hope.

“Sir, can you believe this. People outside the campus praise this univ. They believe that their children taking B.TECH degree from a deemed univ.”

“Deemed my ass, this univ has nothing to do with the youth’s future. The President of this univ is only fetching money from the innocent parents.”

That day Prof. cried a lot after watching the future of our nation in engineering.

Moreover, why people crack jokes on engineering or on its decreasing standard? The answer is quite simple, the increasing no. of private institutions in India. First, government should ban such type of engineering univs/institutes, which get approval for business purpose instead of engineering purpose. We need to think about the decreasing standard of engineering. Right now, it doesn’t matter that whether you are an engineer or not. We have to think collectively and find solution for this problem. Engineering needs you and your support, fight against all odds and help in giving back its status that is lost somewhere in the swarm.