By Haniya Javed

Two Years Experience of University Life

Survival has no real meaning to you until you set your foot on the grounds of Karachi University. You sit through the supposed ‘forty four planned, course lectures’ only to hear tales of someone’s forty-four year old journalism career. You console yourself with ‘okay, it’s just this semester’ only to find someone else ranting about not being given a life on Candy Crush Saga. Seriously, we all are looking for our ‘lost life’.

Twenty minutes have passed and there is no sight of the teacher. You go up to her room, knock on the door, enter and meet levels with droopy eyes. The same eyes. Each time, frowning when interrupted from the blissful sleep. You run to lobby because you are pretty sure your electives would quench your thirst. No, things never cease to surprise you. There is a figure rebuking the ills of the society. Yes, everyone needs an outlet to vent out and what could be better than to have fifty, intent eyes hooked to you and hanging on to your every word. Make the best out of it.

You pass your days laughing at the absurdities because there is no other better coping mechanism. You develop great friendships with your fellow comrades, you eat and laugh some more.

The two years in KU have been a hallmark of patience and few more fits of laughter.