She's On Fire

Another day in the calendar.

0915 The bugging alarm in my cell begins emitting ominous tones. I know it is time to get up. Usually I would have just pressed the "end" button. But today's different. I have got an attendance class and probabilistic determinations point towards the 'undesired' category.

0925 Brushed my teeth. Tried straightening the mop of hair I have been gifted with. But then realized no one cared anyway. So I let it be. Usually time constraints in such tight situations do not permit me to put on my shoes. So I got hold of my slippers (no not 'sandals', the bathroom slippers) and make the dash towards the Lecture Theater.

0930 - 1030 The hour passes by in a blur with me trying in the initial phases to catch a word every now and then, but finally giving up after just 15 minutes. Rest of the time passes in napping blissfully or smiling smugly. Somewhere in between a song finds its way into my head. Now, this is bad. Really BAD. I have got to listen to it but the Prof won't stop. This is not good. OK. I manage to keep irritation at bay by humming the tunes but I need to listen to it. Desperately.

1030 - 1100 Breakfast Time. No matter how desperately I want to hear that song, I need to fill myself. So I reach the cafe and place the order.

One Orange Juice + One Top Ramen Curry + Two Boiled Eggs

I try to put in an extra rupee to bribe the cafe-guy and get him to do my thingy first. But he's not budging. Silly Guy.

As soon as the order is ready, I wolf it down.

1100 - 1105 These five minutes are crucial. For I find myself in the quintessential predicament. There's a class after the break. What should I do? A weak voice asks me to attend the class. "You should try to be a good student", it says. But then the devil rules and I find myself tracing back the steps to my haven.

1110 - 1115 Ahh! Finally. Earphones are unearthed and clamped as far into the ears as they would go. Then. She's On Fire. Pure Bliss.

Life doesn't suck. No it doesn't people. Enjoy the moments. Science, Technology, and Society will come again. If not this week then the next. Probability says so. Trust Me!

That Thing You Do

Idiosyncrasies which make me myself.

• I hate it when the small rectangular orange light begins to glow as soon as I switch on my computer. So I make it a point to turn it off asap.
• I like to be meticulous while spreading the table cover over my desk. The border needs to be the same all the way round the desk. It's a different matter altogether if there's no cover to start with (as has become the habit now).
• I hate it when I wake up (already too late), only to find my favorite shower occupied by some other bugger.
• I absolutely love studying (syllabus related crap) or reading (books, wikipedia, yada yada) in the mellow (yellow?) light of my table lamp.
• I don't like messy desks and thus have made it a habit to organize mine every few days or so.
• I adore waking up soooo late into the night and finding absolutely no one to talk to or bore or bug.
• I always end up feeling a bit uneasy when someone criticizes my favourite song or book.
• I try to be as humble as possible but always experience that strange rush that accompanies genuine praise.
• I tend to distance myself from controversies but secretly hope to someday take over the world.
• I have this strange urge to continuously assess myself and analyze my shortcomings (only to fall short of my own expectations yet again).
• I never had a good sense of humour and maybe that is why I always feel a tad uncomfortable when some poor guy is made the butt of all our jokes.
• Have kind of begin to like the adage - "You are with yourself all the time. Better enjoy the company."
• I love the phrase "What If?". It is so potent and the starting point of so many journal entries.
• I try being a realist and romantic at the same time. It's fun to watch the two aspects of me struggle for supremacy.
• And yes, I love eating ice cubes.

Chiku Wanted - Online or Offline

Reuters report:

A certain Chiku has been wreaking havoc in regions of the blogosphere which had, so far, remained immune from any kind of anti-social activities. His dark deeds have cast a somber shadow on the lives of certain lankys, sids, and meds. These netizens seem to be worst hit by what is gradually becoming popular as the Chiku Syndrome. This notorious net-riminal who goes by the seemingly innocent pseudonym of Chiku, targets unsuspecting bloggers and demoralizes them by posting atrocious remarks about their writing skills on the blogs they read. His 'modus operandi' includes colluding with prospective mischief makers (read buggers, bores, girls etc). Together, they seek to form a cartel to bring down the peace loving netizens.

But that's not all. Chiku has been known to spread rumours about his identity. He tends to cast the suspicion on other netizens by plagiarizing their posts and using phrases commonly uttered by them (read tatti, hagga, potty etc). This tactic has naturally led to a lot of confusion. Insider reports confirm that the Thalua Bureau of Investigation (TBI) apprehended certain citizens (different from netizens) who turned out to be quite unaware of any such conspiracy. Fortunately, they were soon released from custody.

As can be expected, a massive net-hunt has been launched to capture this eluding Chiku. "Any information as to his IP address or email id will be rewarded genereously", said Chingari Baadshah - the president of Thalua's Republic of DA-IICT. The TBI has been able to narrow down the whereabouts of this dreaded mastermind to a nondescript IP in DA-IICT, the underground haven for all gamers, crackers, and viruses. Needless to say, it won't be long before the hard working thaluas of TBI bring down this 'terrorist'. We hope to hear the good news very soon.

NOTE: TBI informed us that Chiku will be tried in full compliance with the 1976 Treaty of Vella-Thaluas. People might remember that this treaty came into effect in order to protect the vella rights of the thalua community. But net-riminals like Chiku seek to undermine its credibility. It's hoped that justice will be meted out without any partiality.

PS: Please contact a certain Marvin if you are unaware about the implications of the term "Thalua".

Diu Dhamaal

An account of the antics will soon follow. Or not.