A ‘movie moment’ in college

There were cuts, there was blood – but I was fine. I couldn’t stop laughing and crying at the same time.

Eiman Masroor January 10, 2013
Spider-man crashes into glass-walled buildings and comes out the other side, bruise-free. Batman drives into buildings, breaking the main entrance and leaving from the other end again, free of injuries.

In fact, such a feat is the norm in Hollywood, Bollywood and I’m sure Lollywood as well.

Little did I know that one such super-hero feat would also be my fate some day. It all began on a cold morning in 2009, when hundreds of students from the College of Business Management (CBM) in Karachi gathered to get registered for the semester.

It is important to mention here that students of CBM want, and must have, their desired teachers for courses.

Due to limited seats available for each class, they are willing to do just about anything. So like every other student, I too was in the queue. Exhausted by the long wait, I decided to back out and make do with whatever courses I end up with – not realising that once you’re in, there’s no way out.

As the clock hit 10am (most students were on the college premises to register for courses since 6am), people became irritable and started pushing aggressively. Whoever was in front of the “pusher”, ultimately became the pusher by default, to the person ahead of him.

For some reason, I was in the front and near the entrance. My face was stuck to the glass door and I was being pushed frantically. Scared, I tried to get out but couldn’t. My hand was getting squashed on the door handle as I watched my skin peel. I was freaked out and couldn’t move an inch.

Next thing I know, I’m lying on the ground inside the building with pieces of glass all over me and around me. Still in shock as to what had happened, a friend helped me get up. I hadn’t realised what was going on till I saw my friend in tears – I assumed I was bleeding all over, filled with cuts; didn’t know because I couldn’t see myself.

Some guards took me inside and seated me down. I saw a reflection of myself. I was fine. There were cuts, there was blood – but I was fine. I couldn’t stop laughing and crying at the same time.

I realised one thing – not everything they show in the movies is wrong. Or maybe I just got lucky.
WRITTEN BY:
Eiman Masroor A sub-editor for the Life and Style pages at The Express Tribune eiman.masroor(AT)tribune.com.pk
The views expressed by the writer and the reader comments do not necassarily reflect the views and policies of the Express Tribune.

COMMENTS (27)

Friend | 8 years ago | Reply One thing is for sure, the author doesnt want to reflect the desperate approach for getting courses which she was a part of, while hiding under the humorous sarcasm of spiderman trying to protect herself and convince readers that whle being a part of the "passionate" crowd in all forms, she was just different rather indifferent. "For some reason, I was in the front and near the entrance"?? That is because you were there just like everyone else, you just dont end up infront of the line. Believe me, ive tried many times, but you have to come really early to be near those glass doors.. "I decided to back out and make do with whatever courses I end up with – not realising that once you’re in, there’s no way out." ..lol, Believe me backing out is the easiest rather still maintaining the line..and everyone would have been glad that their is less one registration form in front of them paving way for you to step out..But you chose to stick to the line.. Soo if you have convinced yourself that you werent a part of the anxious effort? think again! I am not defending other students or criticizing your personality, but you just got wrong on who you are in real life..! Cheers
a third indian | 8 years ago | Reply @ mahwash: what would be so interesting to watch in this. seems like a near death experience to me
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