Girls in DCE

Believe me, this piece of work is meant to be very serious and pragmatic. If it weighs you down with its unified concepts, scholastic intelligence and the intrinsic competency of its subterranean depths -then you've just got to be a DCE male. And if U don't bother to go beyond the second line- you are the saner 'half'(!) of DCE. Just in case the surrealism and vagueness of the about has been transferred to the present state of your mind- may I be more explicit?

Making it simple is snappy - the psychoanalysis of the psyche of the DCE gal shows excellent fine - tuning of qualities hitherto unknown to many. Really, how many know that though all DCE ites were created equal - the females just happened to be more so. The Aaj ki DCE girl is charging ahead with fire in her eyes armed with ... hey wait - isn't this something like a bawdy commercial? So, cutting out the rhetoric - the DCE females have what the males haven't -> immunity. That it does not apply to the dreaded virus is a source of constant remorse and regret for us too - so the girls needn't turn green. Well, the whole ballyhoo about immunity is this - this ambiguous immunity unfolds itself very often on the road. It would be really funny had it not been so sad that a DCE girl on the road is absolutely immune to catcalls, passes and stares.

Onlookers revel at the sight of the road-side romeos pinching themselves to substantiate their own presence. But the DCE girl still doesn't. You don't need ponderous pontifications about the oh-so conducive atmosphere for this immunity at the college. 'Coz there is nothing quite like your own college mates ogling (to say the very least) at you! Anyway, thanks guys, we could have never acquired such a grandiose characteristic without your ardent and consistent 'help'.

Actually, thanking for help is passe for a DCE femme. Books, notes, files, pour in with "no problem", while she basks in the glory of being born of her sex. If she remembers to thank and then even condescends to do so the next semester is taken care of, too.

Something tells me I shouldn't dwell on this topic for long. So I move on to a topic of discussion the DCE Femmes are fiercely possessive and articulate (you'll soon know) about. Talk to them about their common love and 20 odd facial muscles work to produce a smile you never thought existed. All this if you haven't been blinded by the flashing spark in her eye. You'd think her loved one is ensconced in him the groovy Himalayas with its cool breeze, relaxing atmosphere and an ambience that makes U forget the world outside. Yes, U think right. 'coz the ethos remains the same although the subject of this eulogy exists in the 1st floor science block. (Yes, it's the GCR). Apart from the mundane activities like eating, sleeping etc. it acts as a central pool/brain bank where the who, what, why, when of college are skinned to their bones.

That reminds me of the bone of contention in the recent craze of the DCE girls - the battle for the ball. I agree its not a new phenomenon but it led to "crippling" competition bringing out their best (apart from nails) as they dribbled their way to glory and the angels from the moon cried out "one dribble for a DCE girl, but a giant step for womankind".

Allelujah! What! Do I see tears of immeasurable depression and hopelessness welling up in the eyes of a discerning reader? But there's hope -I'm ending. But still haven't written much about the average girl in DCE - anyone who really wants to know - pick up an average boy and you'll know - and do tell me.

(This article has been taken from the "Technarc" of 1994 and has been written by Devika Pant of batch of 1995 of Civil Engg. If you are interested in writing a document to put here Send a Mail.)