Convocation Blues

As Things Fell Apart

something i really liked has broken today....it is a key ring that i got in the convocation goody bag this year. i didnt go to the convocation though... didnt quite like the idea of iazuddin-faiz-yunus trio speaking and honoring each other. the key ring was dear to me. you dont know what pain i went through to get those goodies... i requested a senior apu, ordered a junior bhaiya, bribed a mama at the registrar's office, wasted a considerable amount of money on phone calls and rickshaw/ cng fair for subsequent visits to the campus. nothing paid off! i was at a brink of a depression when i relayed it to professor shawkat hussain. he, quite graciously, decided to give me his goody bag. ("i get one like this every year", he said, "dont worry. i will give you the one i get this year") i was hesitant at the first place while he was insistent... than i took it after some "no sir- no sir" whinings.


for somedays i felt quite good holding the key ring in one hand and the coffee mug in the other. our floor attendant broke my coffee mug some weeks back...the only consolation for me was the key ring. my TA broke it today. should i ask some other sir to get me one more goody bag ...again? i am hesitant, again..

"i didnt go to the convocation" is perhaps not the right way to put it. it will be a self-consolating lie. the fact is that i wanted to go. i went to the registrar's office and did all the formalities there... i went to Rokeya Hall and did all the formalities there too. i was about to go to the TSC bank to finish my last set of formalities when i realized that it was a thursday and the bank transaction was not possible after 12.00 PM. Those were the crazy AL blockade days.... only a rickshaw could be my pegasus to the Agrani Bank in the follwing days. i couldnt go. the deadline expired soon after.

it was not my fault; it is the politicians who are to be blame. they have not only wiped out years of our (innocent students) lives by numerous strikes and blockades but also prevented us from joining the convocation ceremony. ..a day that is much coveted... a day that we dream of from the very commencement of our studies at the university.

my friend, however, thinks it is my unshakable procrastination... my sister thinks i couldn't go because i am just lazy bones. i dont subscribe to these thoughts... neither should you....

whatever it is... i will still blame the politicians....

oh! my coffee mug... ah! my key ring...
let me be silent for a while in the memory of my convocation goodies!!