Finally the day arrives I had long longed for. I receive my graduation degree from an institution that has been pretty hard to describe in myriads of ways. Though the journey had been pretty swift and compulsive at the same time, it boggles me down into complex nebulous cloud of voluptuous memories. Some might call it relaxed, mellow, memorable, tensed or even”bus ho gaya”. Life at KUBS, as I see it, was none perhaps none of these.
I would rather call it a holistic combination of learning and debauchery at the same time. There were some people who would sacrifice their time and dedication for me: They taught me whom to trust as friends. There were several others who would have countless plans crazy buffoonery on the trivial moments of happiness: I learned from them how to remain content and be thankful to Allah for the little things you have. There were still who had a wonderful tendency to remain arrogant and conceited as they gained jobs/ power/ hold of a few trivial resources, despite being humble to them throughout the years: Actually they were the ones who taught me how gruesome and narcissistic life could be.
I don’t know whom to blame for this: the institution, the politics, the hierarchy or the people’s mindset. Whoever it may be, we/ our institution never succumbed to the fact of making better individuals/ human beings for people around us, but creating didactic pedants who could brag over their respective GPAs. If KUBS had one thing to offer, it was the unparalleled diversity of the students that we lived with: opportunistic, desperate, inspiring and selfish. Name it, and you get the individual of that sort. Nowhere else could I expect to meet so many idiosyncratic individuals within a limited population that KUBS caters every year.
But for all of us one thing was common: We would come out of our homes everyday: half dreamy, half serious, driven by the knack to get the graduation degree for our families and several countless monetary benefits associated with it. Somehow, none of us ever forecasted that our (B.S.) degree could ever fathom the susceptibility of being unacknowledged by the HEC itself. What we never realized was the fact how unpredictable life could be, with life overtaking you with the bitter reality of death before we could ever satiate our aspirations of our loved ones. (Please recite Surah Fateha for Ziad’s father and J.B’s mother, as well as for the deceased members of young parliament).
KUBS taught me various jugars of living within limited parameters. Devoid of the privileges of what private universities might have to offer, our life was an imbroglio of some true luxuries and tortures. When I say luxury I mean having teachers like Sir Atif Farooqui, Ma’am Saadia Owais and some others, from where you come out of the classroom with a completely new perspective about life and all its variables. The experience was simply beyond the definition a few words!
The bottomline of life at KUBS was simple: You have a brand, a USP, capitalize it and thrust ahead. For us, it is not really the institution that might have bolstered our career prospects, but our thinking perspective, our persona that lets us help to be at the position where we hope to be. I just hope that as time passes by, we remain together and advance with our career prospects.