Today was one of the most dreaded days in any engineer's life .SUBMISSIONS!!
as the day broke, I yawned and stretched my arms on the luxurious bouncy bed of mine, as I heard the birds chirping on the perch..(cutting the typical hindi movies bulshit)
I just simply woke up late and shut my alarm off ,trying desperately to push me off my bed. Ran to my cupboard pulled out the very familiar looking t-shirt(the t-shirt that has been threatened to be burned down by some of my near and dear ones) as I ran from point A to point B, and back to A and then tripped at point C, I tried catching up with the equipments I would need to shield myself while the demons check my journal.
Yes, the demons hunting for a puny mistake and tossing my 3 month toil, my burning midnight oil out of their way. But today, was destined to be an unlucky day. I have forever been in the bad, or maybe the not so good (good means: ass lickers) books of my teachers. This was nothing to be proud of though.
Dad: 'the train pilots are on a hunger strike' News, and it was BAD, BAD for me.
Running late, ASSignments out of order (some missing) bag unzipped I left for college. Hurriedly made some calls and reached the station, to be greeted by a maddening crowd. Trust me on this, more than the hunger strike to be observed by the men who drive the trains, it was the women who were hungry.
I think the strike had injected some sort of a mutated gene into them to pull their fellow passengers hair and kick them where it hurts ( and get away by screaming gibberish in their sweet mother tongue)
Anyway, after pulling and pushing like nursery children I finally stepped into the train in one piece. Reached the mighty old college (which I HONESTLY hate!!) a college that has given me more assignments than the number of words I have understood by far. Where you are given importance only if you know how to find 'x'. place where the demonic faculty wait for a prey to enter their den, and lash them with a KT.
I stumbled into the overcrowded library, with two librarians who also hate me(that's another very interesting story) the silence zone of college filled with heavily talkative people desperately trying to Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V their assignments, practical papers and everything else they get their hands on.
And me too. Same breed. I continued copying the theory, observations, graphs, index, and also almost the label of my friend's journal.
next , I frantically ran to attend a lecture, emaciated with my stomach screaming to be fed. The teacher sarcastically mocked at me and allowed me in (oh shouldn't I be obliged ??) . the drudgery continued until I realized how pathetic my shape in ALL the subjects was. I knew nothing. Nothing is the damn right word!
I was staring blankly at the board, to the teacher and getting even sporadic appalling shockers from my fellow mates as they placed their very intelligent doubts in front of the teacher. Were they the same people who claim that they were as ignorant as I am? Yes as far I remember they were the same ones.
Anyway, moving on to the less tragic parts of the day, I went to get my precious teacher's(the teacher to whom i dedicated the title of this blog)most treasured signature, he did what I dared.
He refused to certify the journal, for random reasons, and also decorated the day by shrieking out "you just lost 5 marks from your term work"
But I am a big girl. Whatever happens, people ask "wasssssuppp?" I answer back, "great!"
Well, diplomacy and happiness need not be taught to us students.
