I-D-Crisis
What exactly is an identity crisis? Walk with me along the lines of this little editorial and I am sure that you would get to no more. An identity crisis may not be the one that you go through as a person but something that is induced by the people around you. This is the kind of crisis that we are actually interested in. To demonstrate lets start with the siren that wakes most of us up enroute to the first period. We find our doors being pounded on by the paperwallah who insists on collecting his bill from you on that very milisecond. How does he know you? As the sleepyhead who inhabits room XYZ with the ugliest morning breath and a perennial shortage of cash. Move over to the Mess for breakfast/lunch and the mess personnel really know you as the messy eater who makes a fuss about everything that they cook on normal days but a shameless scoundrel on the days of “SDs†when you start haggling for every little drop of mutton “jholâ€. Here the identities are not very cryptic, they are actually a fairly accurate portrayal of the real you!
Shift over to the first period and you find yourself being greeted by row after row of impostors. Everybody a hidden devil with two horns and a penchant for proxy but posing as a straight faced student. When caught in the act everyone claims to be from Jupiter with not an inkling as to what a proxy is! This is when we move into the identity-saver mode. Crisis or no crisis we all are very paranoid about the little thing that every Prof carries which is called a register. We want to be little blue-eyed boys and girls in context to the register but raising hell just about everyhere else!! Moving on to the canteen we again find ourselves in our real avatars where the canteen-wallah knows u as the guy who continuously tries to open an account despite knowing that such a possibility has been vetoed about 20 times before. When we reach the sessional, the lab attendant knows us as the accident-waiting-to-happen and the overseeing professor as the guy who hardly deserves an AIEEE seat but has somehow managed to find one. The dhobi also has much the same impression as the canteen guy but I guess that cant be helped. With so many identities and such contrasting views it is hardly a surprise that we don’t study before for the exams, call it confusion but I prefer something much more technical – how about schizophrenia!!
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