Some hour that was!!

Imagine this… you are sitting in the same old uncomfortable chair at the back-corner of the class… wondering away to glory… eyes keen on the wrist watch that you’ve removed and kept on the table… waiting for it to strike the hour that’d confirm the disappearance of the mundane looking person who’s scribbling some god-forsaken theory on the black-board (that’s not black anymore, by the way, thanks to other mundane looking chalk screechers)…. When, all of a sudden something comes flying in your direction…. It looks like a ball of paper…. In that one instance you see one of you classmates sitting in the front looking at you with the expression suggesting barely suppressed excitement… its that expression that brings meaning to your life… makes you feel as though you are rising from the ashes of boredom like a phoenix in deep slumber…. That one expression and expectancy makes your heart jump with joy… enables the flow of blood in the cramped extremities… and you get up… get out of the chair, hands cupped like a waiting fielder about to win the match for his team with this last wicket…. All eyes turn to you…. The professor stops writing…. And then you make that life saving dive… catch the paper ball by the tips of your fingers and cheer as though you’ve brought glory to the whole world… PAUSE… u look around… and you find the same expressions on the faces of others that they plaster on when a question is asked by a professor who knows that no one paid attention…the—what-the-hell-does-he-think-he’s-doing-look… All that energy that u put in catching that one ball of paper seems to be seeping out of your body when you hear the dreaded words “ What is this?”, says Mr. Chalk, “is this the respect you show to your teachers? Jumping like a monkey in the class!! Wait till I talk to your tutor, day by day this class is becoming notorious, this is the only department where I find this kind of behavior”, his voice was actually rising with every word! Had he provided his lectures with even half that volume, I don’t think we’d be the notorious lot he was claiming us to be… anyways… He’s still talking, “No I wont talk to your tutor, and I’ll go to your H.O.D the principal! That’d be even better…yes”, he said with smug determination, “ only the principal can bring you useless people to the right path” he was so excited!! That was a first in our class! … His eyes fell on me. I could see it on his face when it dawned on him that the reason for this outburst was my wonderful dive catch…. He opened his eyes wide as though it was a state crime that I was still in class… all he did was point to the door with his-crying-for-mercy-chalk… the sad part about Mr. Chalk’s class is that you can not argue with him…. Cause I do have a voice strong enough to be heard anywhere in the department… but what’s the use… he would just not listen! … So I pick up my stuff… and walk out … incidentally the only feeling I have right now is not of being publicly humiliated… instead I’m secretly battling with God… I’m saying, “ If you had decided that I was supposed to be chucked out of the class, why, oh why didn’t you do it earlier???” its true you know. I dint get any attendance Plus I had to sit in that booring class almost till the end… cha!! Anyways… as I continue with my rumbling, I notice that the paper ball is still clutched in my hand… now I’m curious to know what was the root reason of that big and sad scene in class… so I open the paper… and it reads… HA HA HA!!! GOTCHA!! I KNEW YOU’D JUMP LIKE THAT! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!! …. And in very minute writing at the bottom of the page was written… HAPPY APRIL FOOL’S DAY!!

Twenty-five Or Thirty??

I don’t get it sometimes, as to why there are only twenty four hours in a day..!!.. I get these doubts because on a college day I’d wake up with a real grouchy and sleepy face at around seven and be off (to the mostly dreaded place) by around eight… the college starts at nine and goes on till three in the afternoon and while I’m there time seems to fly by on golden wings without giving me any feeling of flight troubles..!
I usually reach back home by four- four fifteen provided I don’t dilly dally around with my friends… almost everyday I wonder as to how the day just got over in a jiffy!

Then of course there are the CAT classes that I attend every evening from six to eight at the end of which I never miss out on the feeling that thirteen hours of my day are already over! Again it takes me half an hour to come home to delicious aroma of the scrumptious dinner made by ma. Although it’s not a daily routine, I go online for a while after dinner… and then I sit with my books for some time till my eye lids start to feel as though they’re made of lead, which usually happens around either midnight or the earliest hours of morning.
And before I even start up with a nice, cozy dream I hear the jarring noise of my alarm and the heady smell of freshly brewed coffee being made in the kitchen. While the bitter sweet aroma of coffee lulls me back to sleep the bright rays of sunlight, peeking in through my window, brutally succeed in pulling me out of the slumber I love.

And then again the whole scheduled routine falls back into its place to navigate me through the tiresome yet interestingly small day…
As I was saying, there are times when I wonder as to when I had a real, good and long sleep? When did I spend some quality time with my friends and family? When was it that I saw a real good movie with a piping hot bowl of popcorn without caring about what it does to my health? When was it that I read a book end to end without any interruptions? When did I spend some time doing, well, nothing!?
The positive thinker that I am, I wouldn’t blame it on others or on my studies or the classes or my daily routine… I just blame it on time… not that it’s bad or good… it just isn’t enough! Why is it that we can’t have twenty five, or better, Thirty hours in the day, that’d mean I’d have more time to sleep!
Boy! Wouldn’t that make living easier?? It sure would make me less grouchy! :)