Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Not quite...

screech! yup thats my banshee alarm I say to myself..which could mean only one thing..Another day has begun.Yeah the past 4 years have had about as much variation as kumbles bowling..get up cursing the clock..the daily battle of heart and mind(ie heart saying"come on go back to sleep...just this once..for the sake of this soft fluffy pillow..cmon" and mind retorting"Listen u bastard u bunked the last 2 days..anymore and u outta a degree and a family"..The mind winning out..and after deciding the category of shower to be had ie- a. pissed off(26 seconds)b.bettergetclean(55 seconds)...i start the long journey to the bus stand..here again meet the same old cronies, nice guys but mutually sick of seeing each other first thing every morning and scouting eagle eyed for the 3 year old ritual of seeing the babe in the black tracksuit while waiting for the bus to come.The daily dose of super rock a baby bus sleep comes to an abrupt halt as the sickeningly white buildings of my college loom on the horizon.

Could go on about my classes too but that would require heavy duty recollection on my part.I mean its hard trying to remember something
you attend once a fortnight and even then only lured by the promise of eating my classmates super lunch or to engage in super fun strategic chalk-missile attacks on my enemies(all of whom satisfy the important criteria of being extreme fun to target ).Anyways continuing, the sense of dejavu gets creepy beyond words when my friends and I start talking the same things as the previous
day and thats when I decided enough is enough..Running as fast as my legs could take me,I run to the sports block and after some intense haggling I get hold of a squash racket and ball and proceed to beat the hell out of it for an hour.Get freaking tired but I know that this is what i need,something to beat the scary sameness of it all,to get out of the wet cement like lethargy,just to have a blast on my own terms.Then i glance at my watch,college is over, time to go home.Well it started out routine but it was not the same...not quite..And with a smile I walk back to my bus.

"Look at him all hoarse and tired"
"Yeah past one week has been the same,he comes, takes the racket plays till his legs give way..Poor guy, wonder how he doesnt find it monotonous"

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Sick and bored??sneak peak of hell...

Yes its right the guy whose blog you all were waiting for so long is back.ok, the waiting for, is debatable but the fact that I am back is definitely not.My absence was marked by a spell of malaria lasting a week and getting screwed in mock cats but then now cured of malaria and realizing that I will continue to get screwed in mock cats I am back on a cheery note.The malaria experience brought home some salient observations to me

1.Gazing at cieling fans is underestimated as a past time
2.At certain times in life kit kat can be refused voluntarily
3.After the initial novelty,talking to urself gets creepy
4.Hospital staff hate the hospital as much as patients
5.Wheel chairs are super fun
6.Sania Mirza and Maria Sharapova are not Salvation army material
(I mean,come on a handshake after the match!!!what about the hug,the kiss??they could have brought joy to many a sick boy...)

And you have malaria if-
1.You start the morning nice and healthy turning the ac on,shiver and sleep in the afternoon without fan and insist on airconditioning at bed time again.
2.Start saying no to fried aalu curry while looking forward with relish at the blandest curd rice.
3.When u reply a pensive "its all in the game" or a more spontaneous but less coherent "blghusrt" to innocuous questions like "how are u" or "wat u doing da"
however the third is also a symptom of mental derangement so definitely pray that its the malarial parasite in case the third symptom recurrs!!!!

Stay Healthy!(Gee I must be really getting old to say such stuff)