Campus Comedy (Tragedy?)

I love my campus. I love the shady trees that line Reid Avenue and Thurston Road and the pretty yellow flowers that bloom and fall ever so gently on the young lovers who underneath. On early mornings I enter uni through Thurston Road entrance, and walk down the path past the Open Canteen, past the Math department, along the campus grounds, and I have felt the eternal youth that resides in these quarters, of truth and beauty and freedom…

And yet, sometimes I do wonder what is going on inside certain people’s heads. The way these people act is so illogical and perplexing – not to mention disgusting. What am I getting at here? For one thing, I have noticed there seems to be a new breed of male students who have taken up the habit of passing snide comments to their fellow female students (on the way they dress). Yes, I do know that this is common practice in our much ‘cultured’ isle but really, I have spent four years at UOC and no one had anything to say to me inside uni – until these twerps showed up. You’d expect university students to behave with a little more decency than their peers. At least.

Perhaps a psychiatrist would find it rather intriguing that certain half-baked twits in my side of uni go completely overdrive when they see a girl in three-quarter jeans. Hmmm…now why is that?
Could it be that these morons are actually time travelers from another century (rather repressive one at that) who accidentally got swapped because of a disturbance at the quantum level?
Or wait! I’ve got it! They have schizophrenia! Poor souls! They must be hallucinating that the world is about to be taken over by Giant Three Quarter Monsters. Gosh you’d expect they’d be given immediate medical attention!

On a more serious note though, I do actually feel sorry for these twerps. These are the guys who never top their batch, who never understand what the lecture is about. If you ask them what kind of applied research Sri Lanka needs (in their stream), they’d be completely clueless. If you ask what keeps them going, what drives them, what excites them about their field of study; they’d give you a blank stare.

Pointless. Utterly pointless.

Where is their dream? What is their quest?

Surely the reason they came to uni is not to hang around the cafeteria with a bunch of brain dead yes-men and deliver commentaries on the clothes of passing girls? If they have nothing to do, why don’t they do some quiet reading in the library? Or take up a sport? There are such things called libraries and gyms you know!?!

I know a pali slogan: විද්‍යා දදාති විනයං Vidya dadaathi vinayang . I don’t know about the Vidya part, But the vinaya part certainly seems to be zilch at this point in time . . .