Kher saab’s desire to walk gets crushed instantly by thousands of students shouting ‘Vande Mataram’. This is not the JNU I had known. The cop-in-charge whispers in my ears ‘Kam se kam paanch chhe hazaar ladka hai.’ Five to six thousand students? We try to walk towards the stage but it’s impossible to move even an inch. It’s not that we have never been amongst charged up fans but this seems like an unregulated crowd of uncontrollable students. That too in JNU. This is when more than two dozen girls come from somewhere and form a human chain around us and help us walk to the screen.
