Hurrah for student week

By Sidra Rizvi

I had been waiting for the student week to begin ever since the semester started. Not that I was interested in the events it offered; I was more excited about the class timings. As per notice, all classes were supposed to be over at 11. And since usually I have to wait till 4 o clock to go home I looked forward to this week more than anyone else.

So finally on the 25^th of October student week officially commenced. Different departments held different events to attract students. Some organized ‘melas’, some had food stalls while others made use of a microphone (or is it a megaphone?)to speak out some wise words to students who otherwise ignore them.

                                                                                                                

And then there was the department of Mass Communication. In its defence two of its three planned events were cancelled. Still not to be left behind, the over zealous Mass Communicators held celebrations like cheap day, cultural day and the not so famous blue day.

People were supposed to display their best cheapest look; however majority opted to look pretty instead. And some looked just the same. Credit goes to the first year students who went really creative with their costumes which were ingenious to say the least.

The drama festival was the planned event that went really well. The chief guest was Mr Qazi Wajid along with Mr Qasim Jalali. Clips from an old drama ‘Ba Adab Ba Mulazheza’ were played and then these two personalities talked about their experienced during this drama. Some questions were raised over the current dramas being played on air and them being no match for the old dramas.

The blue day was just a simple day where everybody had to wear blue. Some rebellious souls chose not to follow it and wore yellow instead. They were all generously forgiven for this offence and since they were in yellow, their ‘mayoon’ ceremony was held in advance. Students belonging to God knows which century sang old wedding songs, while the younger generation trying to keep up just clapped.

The cultural day started with students dressed up in various cultural dresses. Some were Sindhis, some were Punjabis and there were some Somalians too. Some students then all belonging to different cultures then sat in the middle of the department and peacefully began playing ‘carom’ and ‘ludo’. The wide variety of cultures mixed together left one wondering how great it would be if this country with all its colourful cultures too would unite and work (or play) together.

As quietly as it had arrived the student week died away into oblivion and classes once more were scheduled to take place regularly.