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one year, two years, another year?

The Law school just started, and they're making a new school of Physics and Engineering and what not. They're having such a difficult time trying to fit 3000 people in here that they've overlooked the most fundamental issue: the bloody name of the university!

Pokerface (staring at the logo on the cover of her Contemporary Philosophy pack): Why is it still called the Lahore University of Management Sciences? They're going to have, what, Physics, and Chemistry, and (quizzical look) Biology?

Decaf (shaking head): No, not biology. But yeah, all those other things.

Pokerface: Well, where's management in that?

Decaf: There isn't.

PF: Well, what're they going to call it? LUS? Lahore University of Sciences? LUDS? Lahore University of Different Sciences?

Decaf just sits there thinking while PF goes through LUAS (Lahore University of All kinds of Sciences), trying to save good ol' LUMS with (the ingenious) Lahore University of Many Sciences, or even . . . . . .

(random snatch of conversation overheard in the middle)

Act I, Scene I: Near empty lab 1 with six, maybe 7 people.

Phone rings. (ring, ring!) Wait, actually it went "Kajra re, kajra re!" in full polyphonic grandeur. The marvels we have now!

Girl: What's your problem?
Girl: (louder): What's your problem?

(some simpering mixed with static. What I wouldn't give to have heard that answer :) )

Girl (again!): I'm in the lab, where else? For the last (looks at PC clock) 32 + 5 . . . (long pause) . . 37 minutes!

Girl puts down phone.

PF and Decaf laugh like crazy.

(and now, back to saving LUMS!)

. . . . . . ..

Act I, Scene III. This is an existential play. It never had a scene II. Good ol' Hima, she was funny, I'll give you that.

Decaf: How about . . . how about . . . Lahore University of Management and Pure Sciences?

PF stares at me for a second. Then we both burst out laughing. LUMPS.

LUMPS! Bachon ko batayain gey, beta, we studied in lumps. One year, then two years, then another year.

Man, I had a similar conversation in freshie year with Xeb and Saad and all we ever got to was Lahore University of Matrimonial Sciences. How we've (not!) grown :)

Comments

inspirex said…
they're starting all that?
they should really re-think the name in that case!

btw...we have a science university in karachi that teaches all.....so kinda make sense....
8:44 AM
Reeny said…
My family in Amreeka can never get the name right. My cousin thought it was LUMPS, LEGS or LUNGS and that I was doing med.
3:26 AM
Anonymous said…
interestingly enough, we (i.e group of friends) call it lumps and ourselves lumpies- have done it for years :) barri maar khayi, you see. hehe.
2:58 PM
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