Apr. 17th, 2006 | 06:03 pm
Yesterday did not start like any other day, i got up at 730AM in the morning after a good night's sleep, and since i usually sleep during the day, I got to see the early morning sun after a really long time. The rest of the morning was spent making a project report, another very peculiar occurrence, as the deadline was miles away, and i got my first taste of lunch in about a month. Just describing the pleasure of being able to see all the contents of your plate clearly, brings tears to my eyes.
Well the evening draws near and the rest of my wingmates slowly emerge from their catacombs, their sleep chased away by a growling stomachs, so we head to PizzaHut, and surprise surprise, I'm so stuffed that I refuse FREE PIZZA! Well we head on the Cafe Coffee Day, I got a sudden urge to drink coffee, where we are joined by a few more of our nocturnal friends who had been dragged out of their rooms by an end semester examinations. Oh by the way I had mine starting the next day but the professor was a cool one, he was known to repeat the previous year's paper and never bugged anyone about attendance. He was a bit pissed of though due to our utter lack of interest in the course, well on to more important things, we were in CCD, drinking coffee, trying to ignore the crappy music playing in the background, when I see a really cute girl. Man did she have pretty grey eyes, and that's all there is to it, we paid the bill, made a few lame jokes and returned to base.
I spent a few hours watching "The Jewel Thief", I just love old hindi movies and this one is really good. By this time, quite a few of us who had exam the next day morning had gathered, and by 11 PM we felt that we'ed better start solving the previous year's paper, our hope to pass the course, resting on the benevolent prof. You always start feeling sleepy when you have to stay awake and I would have dozed of but for the entertainment that is ZOD, a guy in our wing, or more precisely, anti-wing, the anti-wing was created so that we are not counted in the same wing as that calamity. In his usual style he was able to get everyone mad at him, and after a few shouting matches, jeering booing and generaal activity on our part to irritate the guy, I had managed to shed off my sleep. The night was spent trying to cram the question answers, a desperate search for midnight and early morning snacks, and valiant efforts to concentrate on the subject atleast on this last day.
After a hearty breakfast we reach the exam hall early, the office in-charge is on friendly terms with us, so we get to seat ourselves just as we wish to, so we go and find adjacent seats. The prof enters the class at 930 AM today morning and he is smiling, that was the only warning we got. I receive the question paper before the others, one look and I know we are doomed, I make a quick motion with my hand drawing across my neck and I swear I could hear half the class choking and spluttering at the sign. Well what's done is done, we somehow manage to write something in the paper, its not that he din't repeat last year's paper, he did, and he repeated all the questions, but they just constituted half the question paper. I am still wondering whether he considers us such studs that he feels we can finish two papers in the same time interval, or was he trying to tell us something about attending classes.I am still wondering but my opinion is shifting towards the latter. He won't fail us, and most probably we'll get pretty decent grades, but I guess the Profs. too like to have fun once in a while.
So we mourn and cry our way back to the hostels and I have my second lunch, man I might get addicted to it if this goes on for too long. Now comes the time when we gotta submit the report I mentioned earlier, everyone is running around to see if the other guy has completed his, but me, I'm cool, "snigger snigger", the poor bastards! I take pity on them and release my report to the general public, after extracting promises that they will at least change the formatting before submission, I submit mine. Its 3PM and I am in the department with my ex-roommate, trying to decide whether to go back to the hostel and finally get some sleep, or go outside and get something to eat. It is a rare day when good sense prevails, so we head outside. The scorching heat decides our menu for us. We first take a glass of juice each and then on a whim both of us take half a liter of Ice-cream. We start walking back towards our hostel with our ice cream buckets very sure that they'll last the whole way, but I guess such estimates are never right. We finish up less then half the way back and are left hungering for more, luckily right at that moment another fellow prisoner is seen coming back after submitting the report, and he has a bike!
The three of us drive to his hostel, a bit of timepass and we push off homeward bound. We trudge our way back to our rooms in a state of partial unconsciousness, and then the computer beckons, sleep once again goes on the back burner and I end up writing this journal entry. I have to get a few hours of sleep, after all night is just a few hours away and as I said earlier, I seldom sleep at night.
Well the evening draws near and the rest of my wingmates slowly emerge from their catacombs, their sleep chased away by a growling stomachs, so we head to PizzaHut, and surprise surprise, I'm so stuffed that I refuse FREE PIZZA! Well we head on the Cafe Coffee Day, I got a sudden urge to drink coffee, where we are joined by a few more of our nocturnal friends who had been dragged out of their rooms by an end semester examinations. Oh by the way I had mine starting the next day but the professor was a cool one, he was known to repeat the previous year's paper and never bugged anyone about attendance. He was a bit pissed of though due to our utter lack of interest in the course, well on to more important things, we were in CCD, drinking coffee, trying to ignore the crappy music playing in the background, when I see a really cute girl. Man did she have pretty grey eyes, and that's all there is to it, we paid the bill, made a few lame jokes and returned to base.
I spent a few hours watching "The Jewel Thief", I just love old hindi movies and this one is really good. By this time, quite a few of us who had exam the next day morning had gathered, and by 11 PM we felt that we'ed better start solving the previous year's paper, our hope to pass the course, resting on the benevolent prof. You always start feeling sleepy when you have to stay awake and I would have dozed of but for the entertainment that is ZOD, a guy in our wing, or more precisely, anti-wing, the anti-wing was created so that we are not counted in the same wing as that calamity. In his usual style he was able to get everyone mad at him, and after a few shouting matches, jeering booing and generaal activity on our part to irritate the guy, I had managed to shed off my sleep. The night was spent trying to cram the question answers, a desperate search for midnight and early morning snacks, and valiant efforts to concentrate on the subject atleast on this last day.
After a hearty breakfast we reach the exam hall early, the office in-charge is on friendly terms with us, so we get to seat ourselves just as we wish to, so we go and find adjacent seats. The prof enters the class at 930 AM today morning and he is smiling, that was the only warning we got. I receive the question paper before the others, one look and I know we are doomed, I make a quick motion with my hand drawing across my neck and I swear I could hear half the class choking and spluttering at the sign. Well what's done is done, we somehow manage to write something in the paper, its not that he din't repeat last year's paper, he did, and he repeated all the questions, but they just constituted half the question paper. I am still wondering whether he considers us such studs that he feels we can finish two papers in the same time interval, or was he trying to tell us something about attending classes.I am still wondering but my opinion is shifting towards the latter. He won't fail us, and most probably we'll get pretty decent grades, but I guess the Profs. too like to have fun once in a while.
So we mourn and cry our way back to the hostels and I have my second lunch, man I might get addicted to it if this goes on for too long. Now comes the time when we gotta submit the report I mentioned earlier, everyone is running around to see if the other guy has completed his, but me, I'm cool, "snigger snigger", the poor bastards! I take pity on them and release my report to the general public, after extracting promises that they will at least change the formatting before submission, I submit mine. Its 3PM and I am in the department with my ex-roommate, trying to decide whether to go back to the hostel and finally get some sleep, or go outside and get something to eat. It is a rare day when good sense prevails, so we head outside. The scorching heat decides our menu for us. We first take a glass of juice each and then on a whim both of us take half a liter of Ice-cream. We start walking back towards our hostel with our ice cream buckets very sure that they'll last the whole way, but I guess such estimates are never right. We finish up less then half the way back and are left hungering for more, luckily right at that moment another fellow prisoner is seen coming back after submitting the report, and he has a bike!
The three of us drive to his hostel, a bit of timepass and we push off homeward bound. We trudge our way back to our rooms in a state of partial unconsciousness, and then the computer beckons, sleep once again goes on the back burner and I end up writing this journal entry. I have to get a few hours of sleep, after all night is just a few hours away and as I said earlier, I seldom sleep at night.
