Mera number kab aayega...

Ethics, the one thing that raises heated conflict across the world today, seems notably absent from our conscience in classrooms. Lectures in ethics are more morose than the average funeral. Drop dead silence, except for the sibilance of pencil or pen from one of the unfortunate first-benchers who view scribbling as the only method of staying awake. And of course, the lecture from the professor herself.

I had never imagined that I would end up in an ethics class where over half of the people present would speak up. Well, life is unpredictable. One flash of imagination, one twist of fate and the class rose to life. Not only speak, they actually fought for airtime. Raised hands and my-voice-is-louder-than-yours ensued. Someone seemed mighty pleased with the response. She had hit upon a genius of an idea. The jugular vein, the 'War on Terrorism' of classroom politics, the master key - marks for CP.

One 'gentle reminder' of the power and control reinstated her as the alpha female, the god to please and the Xerxes of Persia. The class writhed in controlled chaos and she reigned supreme. Like it was always designed to be. Marks. Period.

"Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men."
-Anonymous