Amrita Confessions

Confession #1189:
The gates of Amrita always reminds me of international borders. Every time I check in or out, the watchman guy gives a "you murdered my son" look. Security,for my safety,you are a girl and hence policeing is a must-the society would say. I cant wear what I want even on my own bed? I cant be given WiFi for all my "kudumba sothu" that I payed to you? I cant get coke? Or a burger? Ok a veg sandwich? I cant use smartphones in first year? And all this under the name of "safety,care, Indian methods blah blah" And one day, a girl who too gave up her "college life" to all your norms dressed like a nun, was r***d by your sons. Nobody stood up for her,not even we students. We couldnt protest and create a mess to make overselfs heard cuz we were scared? I dont know why this is anonymous. Perhaps, rules have r***d us all and with a shawl on our face,we all speak. I dont feel any safe.

Confession #1184:
stoned level:amrita food tastes good!