The two and half day leadership module was
wrapped up with a recap of the activities, concepts of leadership and a
feedback session.
How is it that the more time one spends in the
services, the more one loses the ability to listen? Is it a sign of the closed
nature of the services, a lonely job for a bureaucrat shut in a room,
surrounded by lackeys and yes men, voiceless echoes of one's own personality
and prejudices?
The campus is being prettified on war footing.
After all it is not every day that the first citizen of the country comes
calling. The stretch of road from Library Point to the Academy (called
'Charleville Road') is being repaired and topped with tar. The sides of the
roads have been white washed in pattern with a red dot in the middle. Shiny,
blinking things that mark the borders of the road have been affixed. On a small
stretch of a straight road, they wink one after another, synchronized road side
Romeos.
The last three days may pass in a jiffy. At least
this day did. One vaguely remembers hiking till the Little Llama Cafe (again,
so soon!), stuffing oneself with legendary momos. And another foray to a
restaurant on the Mall road. One returns to the academy on near empty roads
save for the irregular traffic of weaving drunkards soliloquizing at length to
the push carts and to the lamp posts on love and its failure in redeeming
mankind of its common failures. Their steps falter, they say, because love had
made an unkind cut. And their words slur, they aver, because no love has ever
been spoken that is true love. The thousand tongues the drunkards get are an
envy of the tongue-tied.
The three remaining plays of the AK Sinha One Act
Play competition were acted out tonight. Two plays took up the humorous path
while one play wrestled with a complex script.
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