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When a certain Mr. Anderson after a sensational tango with Mr. Smith was shot dead by his opponent, it took a kiss from the gorgeous Trinity to get him back on his feet. Therein lied the key to the resurrection of The One who would later go on to achieve spine-tingling feats before orchestrating a peace treaty with the Empire while all the same sacrificing himself on the altar of immortality and greater good. In the entire Matrix saga, I found that one kiss to be the pivotal point, the corner stone which translated into such enormity, yet itself was based in hideous nothingness. For it was that one incongruous display of affection and I use such an incomprehensible adjective because I am deprived of the former, that rejuvenated our dear Neo, set his adrenaline, his heart and also perhaps his testosterones pumping and then eventually enabled him to incinerate the Agent.
Taking a cue from my favourite movie, I would like to extrapolate the idea that for a ‘man’ to achieve his destiny, it is necessary that he should be aptly confronted with sufficient motivation and inspiration which a female kiss can adequately infuse. But taking into consideration the skewed up and the horrendously horrendous sex ratio in our institute, are all KGPians lost? No, for Providence foresaw such a problem which future engineers might face because of the heartlessness of the MHRD to introduce all kinds of reservations except those for females and it created the lofty concept of ‘hall tempo’. By definition, these two concepts-hall temo and a female kiss, are mutually exclusive and exhaustive and if an individual who also happens to be a hapless male is deprived of both, then word has it that he is to be incarcerated within the Gates of Hell for all eternity with daily torture sessions by the gayest man alive, Mr. Satan himself.
It was in the days of Hitler’s youth that the concept of hall tempo gained momentum when the dictator who lived in a shabby, dilapidated apartment garnered his fellow hall mates and so transcribed their delicate emotions with feelings of steely grit and determination that they began to call themselves Nazis, wore orange caps with feathers and started bashing up the Jews. What historians overlook is that the Nazi movement originally sprouted from an innocuous concept of hall tempo, the fact that Hitler used to personally strip down his subjects to the buff and make them perform ‘Jugnu dance’ to instill in them the fiery fervour and fraternal love nothwithstanding. If the means justify the ends, Hitler subdued the Jews because his subjects displayed more tempo than their counterparts who until then were perhaps not aware of such a concept. After beating up the Jews, the Nazis used to go their rooftops and Germany used to reverberate with sounds of “Hitler ka tempo high hai”.
Whenever there has been a war, it was won or lost, not on the basis of its merit or chariots or firepower, but on the basis of courage and resolve, resolve to fight, resolve not to surrender. Germany met its match when Russian soldiers braved the snowy winter and refused to budge from their positions. They believed in a cause, a cause for which they fought, a cause for which they died. In our lingo, tempo. Did the Germans lack this essential attribute. No, but maybe the Russians were motivated by all the right reasons for protecting their own against the onslaught of the enemy whereas the Germans were, but by a mere sense of conquering another nation for their tyrant ruler. In the end, it remains that instilling of firepower is a beginning, but the leaders also have to ensure that the gunshot is aimed in the right direction.
God's Child 