Most people always associate with the college they study in especially the undergraduate college, your first step into the adult world. It is even more special because you have always led a guarded life, protected by your parents till you move to another city to study in a college. However, I do not have this feeling of association with the college that I went to. For me, the movement was from a small town in North India to a metropolitan in down South. Bangalore was a new world for me in terms of language, culture, food and weather. It was a very big deal that my family sent me (the eldest child and a daughter) three thousand kilometers away to Christ College at Hosur Main Road in Bangalore. My father was not very sure initially when I got through but when he visited the institution with me, the ‘discipline’ really impressed him and he felt safe to ‘let’ me study there. And then began my journey in this extremely horrible autocratic institution. All my dreams of ‘college life’ which I had nurtured through Bollywood films went for a toss. Here I was back in school which was worse than the one I went to.
The college had a ‘dress code’ as per which women were allowed to wear only kurtas with leggings, churidar or salwar. Jeans was initially allowed but eventually we had teachers chucking us out of class and not giving us attendance if they “caught” us wearing jeans. Same was the case for men; they had to be dressed in formals every morning. There have been times when we sat in the middle seat with people on both sides to prevent the teacher from noticing that we were wearing jeans. You obviously could NOT wear sleeveless clothes. We sometimes wore dupattas to hide the fact that we were wearing sleeveless kurtas and sometimes a pullover or sweat shirt on top of it. Juniors who are still studying in Christ College tell me how now they are not allowed to even wear leggings because it is “too tight” and hence “indecent”. Dupattas are now a must for women.
Every morning the guards at the gate would run their eyes from the top of my body to the toe to make sure I was in ‘dress code’ and ‘decently dressed’. This would happen when I was trying to run to class at around 9 am because even if I were to be a minute late; I would miss out on attendance. Did I mention that the minimum attendance requirement was 85 percent, yes 85 percent? Attendance would be taken at 9 sharp and then at around 9:05, there would be a person from the administration office who would come and collect the attendance sheet. So the teachers could not be kind to you even if they wanted to. Their condition was equally worse; they had to punch in their thumb impression every morning at 9. I distinctly remember a professor getting fired because she was friendly with us. I know it is hard to believe but it did actually happen.
You were not allowed to comb your hair anywhere in campus except the washrooms. I remember once I took out a hair brush from my bag to comb my hair while I was sitting in the ivy hall to have lunch. It was very chaotic in there because the entire college had lunch break from 1 pm to 2 pm. However, to my surprise the guard emerged from the crowd whistling at me and telling me to not ‘do’ this in ‘public’. Hugging was also prohibited if it was with a person of the opposite sex. If the guards saw any girl and boy hugging on campus, they would start whistling.
The ridiculous dress code applied even on Sundays even if you were there to just withdraw money from the ATM at the entrance or to watch a match which your class was playing with juniors, seniors or other departments.
The latest encounter that I had with these horrible rules was two years after graduating from this institute when I had gone to collect my migration certificate. I was stopped at the main gate because I was not wearing a dupatta. The guard created a scene and when I clearly told him ithat I was not a student anymore and was just here for get my migration certificate, he responded back saying that if was an ex-student I should know the ‘rules’ even better. After much argumentation, the guard called the ‘head of security’ who took out a key from his pocket and unlocked an almirah in the small room for security at the gate. This man took out two dupattas and then he stared at my bosom for 5 seconds and lifting one dupatta in his left hand said- “wear this, this matches with your kurta”. I was flabbergasted at his audacity to do that but I had to wear that damn dupatta to enter this fucked up institution and collect my migration certificate. I promised to never come back to this institution.
The authorities in the garb of “discipline” practice the most outrageous form of misogyny. The dress code for women, no leggings and must have dupattas , all of it stemming from the same patriarchal notions which blame women when they are sexually harassed or assaulted because they ‘asked for it’ by dressing a certain way, by being in a certain space at a certain time or by indulging in activities they aren’t socially supposed to. This reminds me of my professor who was chucked out of our class with two guards pulling him out when he was trying to talk to us before he quit and tell us the reality of this institution. He told us that if they were to take admissions simply on the basis of merit, ninety percent of the strength of my class would comprise of girls. However, the ‘fathers’ of this ‘holy’ institution were not in favour of it. We ended up having a fifty-fifty ratio of male and female students because according to the administration women would eventually get married and sit at home. It would hence be a waste to put in all the resources in educating them. I cannot not mention one distinct memory that I have of the Director of our department; he was screaming at one of my female classmates because he did not like her ‘hair style’. This classmate had thick curly mid-length hair which she did not usually tie. The Director made it a point to tell her to tie her hair and this classmate actually had to tie her hair everyday so as to not ‘piss off’ the Director.
Now when I look back to the time I spent in Christ College, Bangalore I am filled with immense anger and despise. It also makes feel like a hypocrite for having tolerated all the fucked up rules and the sexual harassment and for calling myself a feminist today. I end this blog with a hope that more students and alumni raise voices against these patriarchal rules and also write about such experiences in this institution which ruined college life for me forever.
18 thoughts on “This college ruined the term ‘alma mater’ for me”
OMG such experience , looks like the college managment was aware that cavemen evolved to human civilisation.
Hope your blog helps bring change.
Thank you for commenting, Soma.
I feel humoured by reading the post because any article which has a statement, “All my dreams of ‘college life’ which I had nurtured through Bollywood films went for a toss” is definitely a joke.
Comparing an institution of learning with a Bollywood film with fictitious characters and stories is an analogy gone wrong. I think we should be careful of the type of expectations we have in life. Unrealistic expectations is a huge cause of divorce nowadays you know 😉 No really.
Did you not read the entire blog post?! Whatever they are doing in the name of discipline is wrong! That is what it is about. Not about bollywood films. Colleges otherwise open minded and give you the freedom to wearwhatever you want. And to be yourself. Tnis college doesnt. That is what it is about. Please read anf then comment.
Do read the criteria on which institutions of higher learning are rated. I don’t see “How awesome your students are dressed” as on of them. The father of the author wanted his daughter to join this college knowing that they were strict. The author should have put her foot down to her father rather than crying like a brat after her education is done.
“We ended up having a fifty-fifty ratio of male and female students because according to the administration women would eventually get married and sit at home.”
Having been a part of the admission process I can tell you the reason for having a balanced gender ratio is for a healthy environment. Don’t you think that is a more reasonable explanation than yours?
Well if that is the rationale, all the other forms of discrimination that the author of this post highlights contradict the institutions attempt at creating a healthy environment. What would you say about that?
The post sounds like a child throwing a temper tantrum rather than an adult discussing an important issue of public relevance
I see that the moderator is deleting comments which they do not like even though the comments were not offensive
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Although I empathize with your issue, however, if you want to be taken seriously in a public forum then you will have to stop using the “F” word, no matter how frustrated you are with the system! (my humble opinion)
Well, even I had the same feeling while leaving my undergraduate course university ” I will never come back here” and it did ruin the alma mater feeling for me ttoo
Having gone from the hormone crazed “college is Bollywood dreams” and “can I have a piece of the American Pie please” phase to “My kid will be joining college in a few years” how do I ensure that peer pressure does not lead him/her in the wrong direction phase.
I can understand the rules imposed by Christ college and other similar institutes, Students are not the “customers” for the colleges, parents are. and while students may wish to replicate the booze driven fantasy outlined in the latest bollywood flick, Parents as the paying customers want their child to have a proper education and not make any rash decisions which they may regret in later life.
Thank you for commenting. Do you think we need to critically discuss our notions of ‘proper’ education as well?
Fairly common in South India. So common that it’s even normal.
I work in a large IT services organization which has massive intake from college campuses in the south. The segregation and the patriarchy is so normal that we need counsellors to advise young male engineers – every girl talking to you nicely is not flirting with you. Every girl sharing a coffee with you is not going to accept your proposal. Every girl who’s exposing her knees isn’t a vamp from the movies. There have actually been cases of young men who attempted to kill themselves because the girl didn’t respond. In all of these cases, the girls said “but I just had a coffee with him!” or something similar.
And know what? Girls from the north deal with these issues much better than the boys from the south. It takes many, many such incidents to get their outward behavior changed, and that’s all the counselors can possibly hope to do – removing the ingrained patriarchy is out of question.
Thank you for sharing Rehan. You have raised some very important questions related to gender based segregation. Segregation is not a long term solution. It results in a lack of safe spaces where men and women can interact and develop healthy inter-personal relationships.
This is terribly written. “Petulant Child” Syndrome. When people like such express opinions freely through social media, they propagate the cycle of what led people like Trump to win. Everyone seems to have something to say about something. If all is written, and this badly, even if true, loses relevance. Most importantly adds to the online “junk” content. Please instrospect and think carefully about how you appear as a person to people who read your words.
Kudos to you for writing this.. I considered Christ College as a dream college but they have this serious drawback nobody ever mentioned. They are promoting so much of misogyny and patriarchal norms .. where both women and men are becoming victims at such a young age.