The University Now

A great place it is said to have been once, the Oxford of the East.

Now it is a heritage building where lovers meet, in the ruins.

It was once a centre for teaching; but now like other mushrooming growths,

Has cut itself out as an ADVANCED CENTRE FOR LEARNING, with special grants

That reach special pockets to feed corruption and carnal lusts. Seats are reserved

Not on merit or for the really serious, but for the political or for those

That have been pushed there to increase caste potential, forced into scholarship

That is half-heartedly swallowed like bitter pills. Half boiled students taking in

Half-baked knowledge; fed by half-groomed teachers that crave to be dons,

To camouflage their community of morons, treating their studies like slip-ons.  

Where the Vice-chancellors are too busy pleasing governments;

No time for students or teachers. Where living in anonymity is a virtue.

Students scarcely encouraged into theatre or the arts. The university has become

 A storehouse of modern equipment, lying unused and abused. A haven for

The contractor building tall ugly walls to hide what goes on there and to

Send the funds into where they ought to go. A place that does little more than

Conducting exams and implementing the Semester-System – that last nail in

The coffin which ensures that exams will be more necessary than teaching and

Pretense will reign supreme; work replaced by inaction; reality replaced by dream.