Apathetic Situation

So you wake up at 0530 hours to the blaring alarm of the guy in the next room. Swearing at Marwaris early in the morning is not exactly the best way to start your day, but you nonetheless curse him and grab your toothbrush and head towards the Men’s restroom.

Standing in front of the big mirror, you realise that you are still in your undies. Should you go back to your room?

You dont. Because your faith in your hostel-mates’ inability to wake up so soon is very strong. So you continue brushing without a care, only to hear a roaring laugh that broke not just your faith, but also your skepticism that your neighbour was not straight. Especially after the guy said – “Nice ass baby!”

The shower is certainly the best place to be in: if you wanna remain dry even when under a shower of running water.

No, honestly.

Every single ray of water will miss you if you stand under the shower. Its almost like you and the water are the same sides of a magnet.

Its 0800 hours and you are as hungry as those lions in the Colloseum (source: Asterix and Obelix). So you rush to the canteen with your handy thermos-cup for milk. 

Hmmmm…  whats on the menu???

Poori Subji. Musk melon. Coffee. Tea. Milk.

So after flicking away 2 flies from the subji, you bite into the poori to make the crunchiest noise that makes everyone, including a dog walking on the path outside, stop in their tracks and look at you. As if you are making love in public.

You head back to the room after a sumptuous breakfast of highly skimmed milk (in other words – water), all the time chanting to yourself that you will finish that pre-read due for the class that happens in 20 minutes. You reach your room and start chatting with all the gals on your GTalk list.

All unprepared and unrepentant, you enter the class with a broad smile on your face, only to find the Prof already in the class.

 

“I will let you into the class if you can answer my question. OK?”

“OK sir”

“What did we do last class?”

 

You spend the next two hours in the library.

The library, you realise, is the best place to be in, if you really want to do some serious studying. So you say to yourself – “I should come here more often”. Soon, you start going to the library every now and then, and your friends start doubting the fact that you go there to study. They pass such obscene comments like – “You are going there to study books? Or studying ….  something/one else?”

You somehow sit through all the painful, afternoon lectures in subjects you are sure you dont want to learn but nonetheless have to since it will build your patience. Or so they say.

Evening time arrives and now that you have found a new hobby – keeping fit – you take your buddy and go jogging to the nearby areas. Jogging on the highway. Try it. Great fun. Just dont close your eyes. Thats somewhat dangerous. Somewhat.

So you come back to the college, all tired. The only difference between you and that panting dog next to you being that you dont have your tongue out. Walking past the basketball court, you find your friends playing football on it. That too half court.

“You will never catch me playing that pathetic game!”, you say to yourself.

Soon you are playing football with your friends only to have the ball miss your legs everytime you move your legs towards it. The ball and the water from the shower are cousins for sure.

So you tire yourself after 5 minutes of football and head towards the volleyball court.

And after 3 games of volleyball, your head starts spinning – an evident effect of too much play. You are knocked down to the ground when the ball bangs you on your head. You are thrown off the court.

2100. Dinner.

2200. GTalk. With all the gals. All the time convincing each one of them that she is the only one you are chatting with.

0015. Sleep.

0530. *beep beep beep beep*

 

Damn Marwari.