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Tuesday, September 12, 2006

The Freeriders

The first semester is approaching an end and already there is quite a lot of buzz about freeriders in our class. I define freeriders like this:

"Social loafers who aspire for maximum output by employing minimum of their energy and relying on others for getting their work done, however humiliating it may be for themselves and however painful it may be for others. They are the pesticides of humanity who niether have any respect for human intelligence, nor have any regard for human social responsibilities. Moreover they do not have balls to accept that and all courage in this world to argue against that."

What I say is purely an output of personal experience. With majority of people being dumb (personal opinion) and some of them shameless enough to accept that, we always have certain number of hopeless cases in any random sample. In my class, the distribution is skewed however. The number of freeriders is exceedingly more than the genuine people which makes it increasingly difficult for the genuine people to perform.

Consider some examples. A group of four is making a ppt. One of them calls the fifth member who happens to be a female and who has not turned up for the work. The receiver cuts the phone after a blunt remark, "I have to study, you know, otherwise I am going to flunk". She is again called and persuaded to join, but all efforts come to an halt when the freerider starts crying. "It may be some genuine problem. Let us not trouble her." comments one of the group members. In the examination the next day the freerider puts maximum marks in the class.

Consider another situation. A guy puts in his heart and soul in some project. He has got some brilliant idea for the project well supported by his group mates. One of his group mates is a hopeless case in all ways. The other three are capable but somehow want to rely on the first person to get the job done. One of those threes actually takes the pain of collecting the whole data and contributing his bit. With the data available, the first person does all the analysis and prepares the report. He expects nothing from the group but a good introduction to the report. After three days of cribbing regarding all other assignments he finally gets a 5 page doc which is nothing but an agglomeration of news clips. The guy dislikes plagiarism and is put off. So he calls up one of the group members for explanation and receives the reply, "You are not pragmatic dude, duniya mein aisa hi hota hai"

What the fuck man? If this is the way the world works, to hell with the world and to hell with the systems. But seriously, I feel pity for all these freeriders and social loafers because I foresee failure waiting for them in their lives. I hope, GOD FORBID THEM.

2 Comments:

Blogger amit said...

nice blog man. i am sure u will make it big in life. dont let these things bother u. n if u can come back to whr u belong. we wer made for greater things. ur sole aim in life is to strive to be a pioneer. to channel the intellect and chalenge the unknown. we r creaters not leachers. love u man. take care. n here is a nice Chekov story for u along with a lovely W. B. Yeats poem.

http://www.classicreader.com/read.php/sid.6/bookid.240/

http://www.poemslibrary.com/what-then/william-butler-yeats/4956

10:50 PM  
Blogger Prabhav said...

Nice story dude...really loved reading it!

12:55 PM  

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