Just Another Day in my Life....
Boring Sunday Afternoon...One of those rare sundays when I am at home and have nothing to do.So I decided to visit my dear old blogspot and write something about the monotony that I face in life. I must warn that this shall be a pretty long description. Only people as aimless and bored as I am should venture to read further.
I must mention that when I say a Day in my Life, the day begins at 7:30 am and ends at 2-3 am. Pretty Long huh?? Pretty Boring too...
7:30 Am: I am pestered by incessant efforts by Mom to wake me up... I finally open my bleary eyes and try to get the Clock in focus... Only 7:30. Surely I can pamper myself to a few more minutes of sleep! My mom's voice gradually fades away as I doze off again...
7:40 am: Wake up with a sudden start. Crib for sometime about nobody in the house caring to wake me up. Cribbing comes to an abrupt halt as I see my Mom's stern stare. I decide to attend to my daily chores before inviting my Mom's wrath.
7:55 am: After a hurried bath, I quickly dress up and am ready to depart for college. Hey Hold on..I just remembered - I am supposed to carry a bag ain't I? I throw a cursory glance at my bag to see if everything is in order.
I must digress here for some time to go into deeper details about the contents of my bag. Like most fourth year Students, my bag is designed to carry everything and anything apart from books. But the nice boy that I am , I make sure that atleast one book with around 15-20 pages left in it finds its way into my bag. Is the folder containing the all important sources for copying (chaaping) assignments and journals there? Yup there it is!! A dog eared and battered rectangular shaped thingy lying majestically amidst the mess surrounding it. Do I have the newspaper which shall help me while away the time during those torturous hours called Lectures?? A quick search and I find it. I do not bother to disturb or pay attention to the sundry other things that have been lying in my bag since times immemorial. We have a train to catch soon, don't we!
8:00 am: Oh Oh!!! I am going to miss the 8:08 train at this rate. Better hurry. Comb Hair (a poor attempt at it rather), a quick glance to see if I have missed anything, tie shoes and I am ready. "Tata Mom! Tata Dad! (and all those who are present in the house)". And I dash off for the lift. Only to hear those dreadful words of my mother resounding in my ear - "DAE ANAND!!!! COFFEE YAAR KUDIPPA DAA? ". ( You worthless fool! Who is gonna drink the coffee that I so laboriously prepared?). Sigh! I trudge back wearily and gulp down the HOT coffee as quickly as I can.
8:08 am: All hopes of catching the train gone. I drag myself along to the station - faced with the not so exciting prospect of catching the heavily crowded 8:13 train. But face the situation I must. After 15 mins of hustle bustle and jostle and glaring and stamping and "You #&!%&!" looks at other commuters and a further 10 mins of "autorickshawing", I finally land up in college.
8:40 am - 1 pm: I decide to give the newspaper plan a skip, prop up my resourecful bag on the bench, lay my head on it, and drift off to blissful sleep if others around allow me to do so. Otherwise, the time is spent in non-stop yawning and considerable nodding in supposed understanding of what the lecturers say.
There are also times when we supposedly have Practicals - A nice name for 2 hours where we resume chaaping, an eye always at the door, wary of any teacher that might be passing by. It is interspersed with short bursts of enthusiasm where we all huddle around a non-working instrument, fiddling with the various controls, and adding further non-working instruments to it(in series or parallel, as the mood might warrant) in the hope of obtaining some output. Soon, we come to the realization that the time is better spent producing output on paper and we happily switch back to chaaping.
1 pm: Hurray! Class over! Now for more interesting stuff (called extra curriculars). May I mention that VESIT has the reputation of having the most societies housed in a single building and a VERY active society life. I being part of one of the societies, take considerable pleasure in devoting time to it (and in the process diverting my attention from academics). I manage to loiter around in college for some time before I am forcibly whisked away to the Lab by my ever sincere project group!
After 1-2 hours of more yawning and pointless staring at the mind-boggling and brain-numbing code respectfully called "Our BE Project" on the computer, I am finally relieved of my project responsibilites. But not before making sincere promises to devote time at home for the project.
5:30 pm: After even loitering in the college proves to be a pointless affair, I decide to head back home. The usual kick, stare, stamp, trample, glare, jostle process in the train is repeated. And I arrive home, tired and sleepy.
6:30 pm: Decide to sleep for some time. But unfortunately catch sight of my computer, lying neglected and unused. Why not check my mail quickly first? Just 10 minutes, that's all.
8:00 pm: Still online. Checked mail 5-6 times already. A few windows open on MSN Messenger. One or two games running in the background. And then the dreaded sound of the door bell. Here I must mention that whichever member of family it is at the door, it is sure to spell doom for me. Dad and Mom for reasons obvious (Again sitting at the Comp,Eh? Dishoom Dishoom). And if it were my sis, she would only serve as a catalyst to the entire process.
Hurriedly switch off the computer and open the door with a tired expression on my face. On rare occasions, such a face has been known to earn sympathetic looks from my parents.
9:00 pm: After a rigorous grilling session in which I am supposed to elaborate, much to my chagrin, on the useful things that I did in college that day, it's dinner time. Contrary to popular opinion, I do not eat much at home. After a quick 10 minute dinner, I look up to find my mother's eyes boring into me. And with a sinking heart, I prepare myself for the inevitable Q&A session that was about to commence.
Q: When did you have your Dabba?
A: Usual mom, 10:30am
Q: Did you have your lunch?
A: No mom, not really. (I request my classmates to kindly remove that incredulous look from their faces. I have really not had lunch 70 percent times in college.)
Q: Fool! Dumbo! Is this why we send you to college?
A: (No answer actually..just a downcast face)
Q: When did you come home?
A:(sigh) 6:15 mom
Q: I am not going to prepare anything for you from tomorrow if you anyways plan to eat only this much. (okay this wasn't a question but what the heck! It still demanded a response from my side)
A: My stomach is full mom.
And before further confrontation can take place, I scurry out of the room.
10:00 pm: Back to my computer. Yahoo, Hotmail, MSN Msgr, Yahoo Msgr open. Dad tries to take a peek. What is it that my son does on the computer for so many hours everyday? I ward off the impending question with a few casual remarks about how the day was, and how our BE Project was in dire straits.
12:00 am: You guessed right! Still on the computer. You can add Orkut to the list of windows open however. Suddenly, it strikes me! PROJECT! Wasn't I supposed to devote time to that today? Alas! The woes of an Engineering Student...
3:00 am: After some useless dabbling at the code, some google searches and poring through some reference books, finally give up and decide to sleep. Atleast I have something to show for my efforts tommorrow.
3:30 am: After having cleaned up the mess in my room, I switch off the comp. (Hold on! You're supposed to turn off the speakers before you do so, unless you want to wake up the entire household and have a middle-of-the-night confrontation with mom again). I silently tiptoe across the room, search in the darkness for a pillow and a bedsheet making sure I do not wake up anyone (on lucky days, I can proudly claim to have gotten both without disturbing anybody) , and finally, I am off to sleep!
Just another day in my life....
Words from the Wise: #4:
LAW OF BIOMECHANICS: The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.