chaos and disorder

The NiD experience

its a story which I wrote for an entrance paper…short story, was suppose to be of 300 words but I am sure I crossed the word limit anyway.

It was quite a morning. The thane-vt journey turned out to be a bummer. The fast train was slower then the slow train. Took almost an hr! ( a fast train between thane-vt takes not more than 40 mins)

I came across strange people at JJ college of commercial and applied arts. All eager students trying to get a place in the National Institute Of Design (NID) .

Amidst nervous faces, I over heard conversations like ” yeah, you must know how to sketch this”, or ” I took sketching classes especially for this test”.

Whoa people! Hold it there! Sketching??? Drawing??? I did not do that since 7th grade…!

I was aware that a design institute will require such skills, but I was already feeling a little out of place.

But that was nothing, till I got the question paper…

Find the most unique feature of this object and DRAW it in 3 angles, do not draw the entire object…

WHAT???

one angle was so difficult…I struggled…dude its not easy… to sketch things when you haven’t done anything on those lines for years now.

anyway, the first paper was common to all disciplines…in every Q I had to DRAW.

The 2nd question paper was fun.

We were asked to write a story on a ritual, a personality or a political situation that we are aware of. The story should consist of minimum 2 characters.

Here was my story:

The morning sun touched his face.

Li looked outside the window, the sun rays has converted the paddy fields into a soft tone of gold and brown. He couldn’t take his eyes off from it, for more than a minute. Soon he woke his sister up. Kim got up instantly, as though she was waiting to wake up. The jump start took Li by surprise, but he did not pay much attention to it.

Li and Kim had spent many such mornings, staring at the mesmerising Burmese landscape. It was Home. A place where they were born, grown up, played together, learnt about life together. But life always hadn’t been so easy. Their beloved father was shot by the dictatorship regime in ‘88. They were only a few days old then. Their father was joining students in a peaceful protest against the dictators. But the military opened fire on unarmed protestors. Their father died instantly.

Twenty Years has passed, twenty years of hope, twenty years of tears, twenty years of order, twenty years of shattered dreams. 

It was time again. Time to stand up, to get noticed. Li was going to leave for Yangoon in an hour to join the protestors. He got ready, and was about to leave, when Kim hugged him. It was a tight hug. Both of them had tears in their eyes….