Ping’s Sermon — February 2018
February is here, love is in the air! But beware! Love’s a big scare. Ooh! That rhymes.
Valentine’s day in college is akin to attending a Martin Garrix live concert, with Martin Garrix symbolizing your crush. You get way too pumped weeks before the special day and go out of your way to ensure that your appearance is at its pinnacle. You picture yourself grooving to the beats with Garrix standing beside you, DJing his way to glory. And then you arrive at the concert grounds. The tiny bubble that you had pictured yourself and Garrix in, pops before you can say ‘wait’, and gives way to a herd of sweaty, rambunctious fans all of whom want to meet Garrix as well. You realize that Garrix is unaware of your existence, you are not alone in this race, and given your present financial and physical condition, you are confined in this economy ticket zone from where the human eyes cannot resolve the difference between Martin Garrix and a human larynx. You pretend to have a good time, stealing occasional glances at Martin Garrix through the jostling crowd, while dodging flying elbows and furious headbanging. The next day at work when people ask you about the concert, you sheepishly reply, “Martin Garrix isn’t my cup of tea man, I’m more of a DJ Snake kind of guy”, but deep down in the depths of your heart, you know, that ‘In the Name of Love’, you are ‘Scared to be Lonely’.
Speaking of being scared, let’s talk Padmavati. Oh shoot! Padmaavat. Sorry Karni Sena, it was an innocent mistake. Please don’t incinerate any city or pelt stones at toddlers in school buses. In my humble opinion, the government can save a pretty penny on the salaries of Censor Board employees as every single political and religious outfit seems to be doing the same job anyway and they aren’t asking for any remuneration, just the honour of their beloved fictional queen Padmavati, because obviously, campaigning for Padmavati’s legacy is way more crucial than protesting against the rampant crimes against living women.
Protests bring back the memories of a long forgotten DJ night that never happened thanks to certain individuals who I prefer not to name. However, even I, surrounded by my ocean of despondence couldn’t help but be amazed by the grand success that Kashiyatra 2018 was. There could not be a more fitting reply to the ruckus and chaos that the anti-social elements had attempted to create prior to the festival.
By the time you read this, Technex 18 would be a thing of the past. Many of you would be lamenting spending a fortune on that Quadcopter that refused to spin its propellers at the opportune time or that wretched robot that turned right when you wanted it to go left and plummeted to the depths of defeat. But don’t fret. These failures are important life lessons. This is the way we learn in life, that maybe, Engineering wasn’t the right choice for us. Until next time, stay technexed, stay sakht, stay Pinged!
- P erfection I s N eedlessly G lorified a.k.a. PING
