To head...with love !!

Our Head of the Biotechnology Department is weird. I shouldn't say that...but still...she's weird. From our first semester of M.Sc, she is chasing us up and down corridors, into classrooms, laboratories, vehicle parking areas with only one question - "Are you having any problems ?" The gents toilet is the only place she hasn't ventured into, I guess. She is bent on hearing out our problems, and bent on solving them immediately. Problem is, there aren't enough problems to keep her busy.

First, we complained about the deficiency of books in the library. Within a few days, we find so many huge foreign editions, that we ended up confused regarding the book to refer, and we ended up going home empty handed unable to carry those huge books. Then, a few of them sincerely complained that the library timings weren't good enough. From the next week onwords, the poor librarian had to keep his door open until 7pm, inviting the 'supposed to be' sincere students, who eventually never turned up. Everyone were safe and soundly sleeping on their beds at 4-30pm.

But our H.O.D wasn't satisfied. She wanted to hear more complaints. A few complaints against lecturers started pouring in. A few of them were removed, a few began teaching B.Sc, and the remaining few got warnings. Our H.O.D wasn't satisfied. She never will be. We complained about our windows not having curtains, our doors not having handles, we began ordering our lecturers to 'strictly' use black markers for their transparencies, finally someone even complained that our H.O.D herself ain't teaching good enough, and that she was too fast. She was thrilled. A complaint against herself. What could be more satisfying ? She solved all our problems in the blink of a second.

We began listing out more requirements - push back seats for us, cool-drink refrigerator in the laboratory that was always filled with energy drinks, swimming pool, amphitheatre, disco...that list never reached her. If it had, probably all that would have happened too.

This post is in no way meant to mock our poor little H.O.D. She is the most amazing woman I have ever met. She's dynamic, a decision-maker, appreciates every little thing we do, and she cares for us. She is running around all day solving our problems, whereas we sleep over our seats, and throw complaints at her the moment she requests us to do so. When the head is in good working condition, the rest of the body is perfect too. With such a great Head of our department, what do we need to worry about.

Fine...I need to go...my brother's not buying me new clothes, and I need to go complain to our H.O.D...my dad snores a lot, need to tell that too, and our street dog isn't eating properly, maybe she can help...and the gas stove's leaking...and the water tank too...and the.....