Strange Condition

Hmm. Let's see. What to write about? Actually this post is due to the persistent nagging of my very irritating roomie (who's probably the human equivalent of an anopheles mosquito) who wanted me to write about something. What got him going was a remarkable feat that I achieved yesterday. I successfully (without in any way harming my mental or physical faculties) managed to attend all three lectures that were scheduled the day before.

*clap clap clap*

Oh Please! Thank You for the big round of applause. I am honored. Ok, so on we go. Well the truly spectacular achievement did not unnoticed. I was approached by a lot of people who were making sure the guy they knew had indeed honored them with his presence in the hallowed grounds. I, being the good Samaritan that I am, honored all the starry eyed fans with autographs (heh heh) and handshakes. But there is more. Having already conquered one Everest, I went on to attend the tutorial and the lab scheduled for the day. Now that is something, I tell you. Especially when it comes from someone who is probably the most kaamchor creature under the sun. My mom keeps trying to change me for the better, readily employing even abuses and curses. But even she has been unsuccessful (so far) in her noble endeavors. And I have a hunch the scenario is not going to change much (unless and until The Terminator himself intervenes to save the day).

Now that was about yesterday. If that was funny then please tell me so (because I tried to be). If not, then forget all about it and make sure you read it again, you moron!

Now I seek to use this stage to answer certain allegations leveled against me by a certain Gullu Ghalib. I have the right to use the picture (that you see here) as my profile pic for three solid reasons. Firstly, it is mine - copyright et al. Secondly, Ghalib is not even properly visible in it. Thirdly, I don't have a better (and pseudo-artistic) pic to put up. So the matter thus stands there. And I, being the sole authority on the matter, decide to rule against moralities - in favour of Lanky. The pic stays; at least until you find me another chicks-ko-pasand-aane-waali pic.

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!