N.B. First of all, don't think of it as a Brilliant Analysis, written using theoretical knowledge about Communism or knowledge gained through book reading. This is based on some of the real events that have happened in my college life.

I am not one of those children who grew up watching or hearing about communism from the day I remember. Since joining CMS College to pursue my degree, I have been learning about communism and student politics. Like all first-year students, I was a little apprehensive about campus politics. Even though it was India's first college, politics was forbidden. It would be a lie if I say that I had no disdain to the student leaders who used to visit the classes frequently, protesting against those bans, and often conducting political campaigns.
That's when the college union election was announced. An old class leader inside me was awakened when some of the leaders asked me if I could participate in the election as a class-representative. When I talked to my family about this what they said was " It's just a class representative selection, nothing wrong in that. Go on." Now I got more courage to be a part of the college election. I got support from my classmates too. Two days later, one of our seniors came to me and informed that I was being nominated to the post of college's first-year lady representative. "You don't have to worry about anything, there will be no opposition. You just have to deal with your own responsibilities" - he said. (By the way, this is the senior with whom I fell in love but later it ended up...