The spirit of subversion (looks like this mugpot went to too many cul-fests and learned big big words to impress convent educated girls?) and counter-culture dynamism that embodies Samosapedia can be traced back to our half-idyllic and half-oppressed school and college days.
Our hallowed institutions of learning, are as much about education as they are about cultivating a healthy appreciation for the absurd. From a very early age we take our little engsters and harden them. We sing shame shame puppy shame if they piss in their pants. We call them fatty fatty bombalatty if they are “cherubic.” We force them into 10-12 years of tuition classes to mold them into agreeable engineers and doctors. If they don’t show promise, we might thulp them on the head with a big fat O.P Sinhal book. If they show too much aptitude, we give them double promotion and send them to
Oh, then there’s IIT-JEE classes. And if they are not hardened yet as they arrive into post-pubescence (an inherently awkward time in ones life), we douse their abiding interest in the opposite sex with mid-day marchpast practice and club swinging which always happens in a tattered pair of keds. In this section, we celebrate all things school and college!
Since the time of Taxila all the way until present era Nandela, Indian parents have been recorded donating exorbitant sums of hard-earned black money (well, in earlier times, it was illicitly acquired, undeclared, harder to hide heads of cattle) just to persuade dubious institutions to take educational custody of their misguided progeny for a period of at least four years (any less and it becomes a diploma-shiploma, with much lower dowry-showry prospects)
Post-payment, such parents wander around headless (decapitated, you see) but giddy with the knowledge that the products of their loins will soon find profitable endeavors that can be tapped into later in life, for the all important purpose of retirement, during which phase wittier parents have been observed cracking poor jokes about "capitalizing" on their kids' success.
"Dr. Tamilchelvam, Please admit idiot son and give him a wholesome education!"
"Dei, stop picking your nose, remove your bloody headphones and say `Hello Uncal'"
"Sir, I freely admit your son is an idiot but for actual college admission, haha, there's capitation fees involved. Surely you understand"
As was expected, millions of unimaginative but reliably enthusiastic Indians played along, memorizing and regurgitating these non-detailed-details at whim, putting totas (parrots) to shame worldwide.
The only antidotes to the toxins of "non-detail" are the life-saving "konar" guides (elevating nut-shell wisdom to haiku-esque levels)
Mathrabootham: "No dee, I got distracted by the hot presenter on yesterday's UGC program...she looked like Sobana Ravi aunty, but hotter, and in puff sleeves...you know puff-sleeves, no?"
Maragatham: "Chee-chee, why are the pages sticking together? Dei Rascal, I will tell to your mummy. She will be hitting you with the chappal!"
Terms referencing thisnon-detail
Senthil: "Dei, sooth mudin podi"
Ezhil: "Miss, Miss, I am telling and telling but Senthil is not inning his shirt, Miss"
People say it two one za two because of wrong pronunciation.
So they are requested to applied the right way to write the tables.
Boy 2:bass bhai ki battbajjian chal rahi hai..
Bhai ne maal set karli hai....
Boy3: Bhai tu to ek tarfa battbajj hai yrr..bawabattbajj ho raha hai tu to
i study there so even more reason to be badass
one of the grand old men among indian colleges
so it would be an insult to mistake MCC for Malabar Christian college or even more if taken as Mount carmel college
inspite of Alumni being stylized as Ladies and gentlemen of MCC
and being the alma mater of many respected indians the college has a reputation of being the home town of hippies in a good and bad way...
the name is enough