Chandigarh University Regional Office

I had participated in the so-called "literary" fest "Abhivyakti" organised by the so-termed "esteemed" university in the Urdu Poetry Writing "Championshop" (yes, Championshop; they did not know how to spell it).
The initial rules stated that the participants would be given 40 minutes to write a poem on a theme specified on the spot, which was then to be recited on-stage.
Quite irresponsibly, the rule was changed to do away with the 40-minute time-frame, allowing the participants to recite original pre-written poetry on any theme of their choice.
Accepted, anyway.
Now what happened was that a couple of participants indulged in outright plagiarism (in violation of the rules of the competition) and recited the poetry of the greats such as Faraz and Faiz under their own name- the monkeys that they were!
The judges, who were NOT from a literary background, did not get to know that those fools had plagiarised. Thus, I took it upon me (as a true lover of literature and an honest writer) to report the matter. I contacted the anchoring team, who after calling for an investigation into the matter, asked me to furnish proof- which I did. Now comes the twist. Instead of reporting the matter to the judges, the anchoring team, led by an immature corrupt student, asked me not to create a scene citing that copying a line or two was okay. I retorted that I would furnish proof for each and every line those fat-headed participants had plagiarised, however, it went unheeded. The anchoring team and the plagiarisers conspired to insult literature, shamelessly accepting the violation of the rules of the competition. I simply walked away- after reciting my poetry (absolutely original).
Next day, those dumb, silly plagiarisers, owing to the support extended by the hollow-skulled anchors, ably spurred by sub-standard judges, went on to win the competition- argh! Only if the late Faraz could have seen how his marvellous poetry was used as a weapon for corruption.
Such are the standards of this university.
Had it not been for the wonderful mushairah in which I had a chance to touch the feet of Rahat Indori and take his blessings, had it not been for those select few good people I met, had it not been for my amazing colleagues, I would have regretted giving even this single star.
At the end, I would like to congratulate the hypocritical anchors, the sub-standard judges and the monkeyish plagiarisers for their successful involvement in an unfair competition.