Wednesday, January 21, 2009


You are ready, you breathe in, you breathe out ,you are about to lose your grip of things,you have a guitar in hand the crowds there ,the thriils there; you are about ot play "FADE TO BLACK".And thats when you hear someone shouting in the backstage to stop the crap,you ignore the guy but he keeps getting luoder the crowd suddenly dies and then vanishes the guitar vanishes,everything goes ,whats this unpeakable force who is gonna stop your march to glory.You turn around to see his face.You cant see him at first .you try again,this time its clearer.There he is in full view.Suddenly you see ,you scream "DAD",damn it what are you...???Headspinning you wake up.Yes it was another one of those silly dreams that comes to a guy who has never held a guitar(and doesnt even know the lyrics of fade to black).
Yes that's how college starts for me.A kick in the back by the father himself.I drag myself out of the bed ,not willing but yes I have to ,i must muster all my forces for the good of myself.As someone said "Education completes a Man".Give me his address.Let him die in hell.Saying this I move towards the bathroom.I see myself in the mirror "Gosh I look like Bruce willis from Die hard 4.0.0(dont know the exact version).At that very moment you hear Mom screamin "Get outta there you lazy snail.Now that's hyperbole.Like a grumpy Bus driver I get out of there and start to get dressed up.A look at my biceps (need some workout).Everyday I decide to hit the gym but as Metallica said"The DAY THAT NEVER COMES".Spray some deo .Start a google search algorithm to find my college bag,my shoes,my sock(notice singular),I hit jackpot first by finding my bag.Then one sock of one colour another of another colour.Mental processing starts for mismatched socks.Its in affirmative.By the way whos gonna look at your
feet.Find my shoe(again singular),mental processing found dad's shoe.This time the result isnegative .Gotta find your own shoe.This is not a mismatch day.At last got one.
Rush to get the bus.Lucky you are on time the odds were 1:10.You stand there waiting for the bus,when you see the day's proceedings.First to arrive fullly armoured with a NSG backpack of 60 kilos are the geeks.They are accompanied by their respective parents afraid he might miss the bus and miss todays all important lecture of "I dont know what".They are surprised by my early arrival.Then they delve deep into the discussion of complex data structure and the arrival of a new windows OS with extended driver support with backward compatibility and memory allocation(I am not going to explain what that means).Then comes the arrival of the hot chicks who come in group.I have been eagerly anticipated this moment.They too come with their parents.But reach the college not by bus but by their bf's car ,bike.They come in six's seven's ,but go in two's.This is in scientific tems is called fission.Then comes my kinda guys,mostly my friends,but for this time I like to distance myself from them for simplicity of this
blog.They are harrassed people ,by parents ,by teachers ,by the society.Gosh I need to fight for their rights.But all that later.The Bus arrives with the a devil driving it.He is known to be the roughest driver in the eastlands.I think he was some POW airforce pilot who lost his left eye and was relegated to a desk job at the army before psyching out and taking our lives in his hands.However I board the bus without much fuss.
SCENE -III The bus
The bus is virtually divided into three sections:-The first section contains the teachers,the profeesors,the geeks etc etc.This is largest population occupying the first three to four rows(C'mon now dont be surprised its a engg bus after all).The second consists of the couples,deeply committed individuals,singles who are trying to bond.This is the most discussed place,who 's with whom who broke,who made the cut and who is still an oufielder.Now you may be thinkin what are outfielders :a little later.They discuss everything from what you ate last night till what till came out this morning.Lets not go into them and leave them alone.Now comes the third group.With inviduals of different kinds whose single aim is that there is no aim.They are the nosiest,each speaking but noone making sense,planning booze parties,fake stories about how one of them got laid.Experienced individulas who are in the college for years sitting in the same seat like it has been reserved,like they have been stuck in timewarp or something,constantly givin exams failing givin again .They are the most knowledegeable kinda persons with on hand practical tips about how to pass(Of course none of them work).When they speak everybody listens, they are the Don Corleone of the bus.This is of course where I reside.
SCENE -IV The college
YOu dont directly to the college you go to the cafetria have some tea, wait for the bell to ring while the experienced guys loiter there to discuss about their repeat exams.When I enter the class I am already late .I rush to the class where the professor looks at me and in telepathy tells me to get the hell outta there.Again my brains computer is active again.The set of procedures are:-Find excuses :none or already given.Scan the room for chicks in revealing clothes.Found it logged it in the memory .Must check her out in the lunch.Action:Do an about turn and head to canteen.While away time there until recess and then attend the remaining lectures by doing yoga ,deep breathing and snoring.Get out of there head to the bus.In the bus the last thing you would have wanted is noise.Now that's the time for the first row to play name
,place,animal,man something.Second section to play dumbest charades.With outfielders shouting to get attention of the girl performing.And the last section shouting,passing comments and giving live fox sports commentary about the games played by the people ahead.Of course noone minds each is doing his bit to make me awake.At last Bruce returns after doing some really unbelievable stunts like attending back to back lectures to home,where he again gets onto his guitar to complete his encore performance of "FADE TO BLACK",hoping this time he could complete it.


  1. now that is what is known as "beginers luck", you have produced a masterpiece.i sat through reading the entire transcript which says a world about its quality and humour. way to aj.ur road to omaho starts here...keep up da gr8 work.


Thou shall comment with open heart

Site Meter