A Day in My Boring Life - Part 1

"Uhh Whaaa?"

That's how I generally wake up in the morning, covered in the drool that has been collected overnight, before looking at the clock. Several joints and muscles refuse to boot up, inducing a pain only comparable to being tased (not that I've ever been tased). I've been told the way I sleep can be pulled off for an asana for International Yoga Day. *Sighs* Wait. Did I say morning? You do say "Good Morning" when it's 11am, I guess we can let that go.

Many of you might be confused right now by what you've just read. Let me provide you with some crucial details that might help decipher the intent behind the first paragraph. I am currently "enjoying" some time off at home before life calls for me. Job, you know, or according to that disturbingly annoying Rihanna song ~"Work, work, work, work, work"~. Admit it, the song is now stuck in your head. Mission Accomplished. Now let's get back to the subject, shall we?

Sleep is an activity so sacred and cardinal to my current lifestyle that atleast 10 hours are devoted to it. As with any action considered sacred such as performing a prayer or watching Game of Thrones, the environment has to be set to match the divinity of the activity. Every night, before sleeping, the Air conditioner is switched on, set to a bone chilling 14, the deep freezing mode is set and the razais are pulled out. This empyrean setup not only increases the gravity on the earth by atleast 20 times but also destroys one's will to wake up till the sun is up midway.

Coming to the scenario where I do manage to get out of hyperbolic time chamber. Before I can even perform the after-waking-up routine, le random dadima appears in the wild. My dadima is like any other grandmother in the world. Cute, loving, cooks great food and stuffs my stomach with the same. It might be past noon when I wake up, but she will bother you for breakfast till you eat atleast 6 paranthas smothered with butter. Also, never say "I am not hungry". Never. She will initiate a blackmailing program with the intensity to break the best of FBI agents. After such sessions, I generally eat around 10 paranthas. Why do I even... never mind *Sighs* 

Once the deed is done, the limbo period begins. My parents are off to work while my sister must be kicking ass at school. Dadima goes in Hare Krishna Hare Raam mode with Aastha, Sanskaar, Shraddha and HomeShop18 plaguing the television screen till lunch time. My mind wanders the most during this period, thinking about all I want to do during the day, if I want to go somewhere or meet someone, only to be overpowered by the sheer force of laziness embedded in me. Here, the boredom is seeded. I won't say that I am responsible for my own boredom, that would be really meta. A good TV series or a book are my best friends during this time, it helps me pass the time, one thing I seem to have in abundance.

When the clock strikes 2pm, the house begins repopulation. Mom and Dad are back from their offices for lunch. The question which is invariably raised once both of them settle down is "When did you wake up?" A question they know the answer to but know is my Achilles' heel. With years of experience, even I've learned to answer it in a diplomatic manner with "Earlier than yesterday" or "I had breakfast" with good old Dadima attesting this hard-hitting reply. The news channels come to the rescue, with discussions and comments of Modi, Kejriwal, Kohli et al taking over the lopsided bullying. One odd thing about my family is that we tend to keep our best comments for the News Hour with Arnab. As if our witty replies are being heard.

As we cover a wide range of topics and bitching, the Devil arrives. You know, my sister. The little runt might be the cutest thing in the world, but I have been sensing the destructive force in her from the day she was born. As she has grown up to become Kid Buu, the destruction has also evolved, becoming more mental in nature than physical. I know I can deal with broken hard disk, being a Computer Science grad and all, but I can't deal with my private Whatsapp messages being narrated to Mom. Satan understood the same and became the best hacker I've seen. No matter what passwords I put, what fingerprint I provide, she unlocks my phone and starts chanting the verses to my demise with her innocent face while I hover over the flames. 

The madness has just begun. Some... bo..dy.. he..lp... me...

The Exam-Time Annihilation

Exam time, folks!

It has been a month and a half since the beginning of a new semester and the colleges feel that it is important to check what we've learned so far. Most of them have scheduled their mid-sem exams in this week or the next. The fun is over, or rather postponed to a further date.

The people who go to classes tell me that a lot of course has been covered and some topics are really difficult. It surely feels like the perfect recipe to dismantle the ground beneath us. The syllabus may be a rock difficult to break, but we've got an enemy of much greater power than good ol' syllabus. People, welcome "Time". Big bad time has always tricked the students. During big boring lectures, it appears as if time is moving at a snail's pace. Wish it acted in the same way before the exams. However, being our sworn enemy, time moves as fast as The Flash during the Exam period. Many will agree. Atleast 30 minutes fly past you before a single page can be completely read. The odds are always against us.

Our major weapon that we have in our hands is the "Last night study". Incredible to believe, but this is the time which decides most of our grades. The ammo for this weapon is provided by a well known beverage, Coffee. The magical powers of Coffee induces insomnia in a person till the time he or she requires it. Since we need to survive the whole night, along with the next day, without surrendering to the lust to sleep, Coffee is a must. Though it maybe our major weapon, Time tries to manipulates our Last night study by equaling the speed of light. Time doesn't wait for anyone, I guess.

Darwin's theory of "Survival Of The Fittest" is definitely applicable to Exams. It states that,

"Only those who are fit enough to cover 80% of the course during the night before the exam, with Time working against them, will survive the exams with CGPA higher than 7. Others are annihilated."

This statement's validity is proved by millions of students around the globe. I wouldn't like to go against ol' Darwin, would I?

One has faced so many exams till now that some of the fear is conquered. Ranging from the "chillar" Weekly Tests to the high ranged Competitive exams, we've seen everything. Semester exams come somewhere between these two extremes. This is Mid-sem exams, not compres! Why did I even write so much heading into something which is so close to the "chillar" Weekly tests?? Some say these shape up how your end-sem CGPA will look. Well, that's kinda true. Truth is tough on the ears.

 So after all the shit I've written, knowing that my exams are 3 days away and I should be studying, I wanted to say "Best of Luck" to all who're having their exams. As the great Joker said in "The Dark Knight",

 Okay, he didn't actually say that, but you get the point, right? Don't forget to enjoy and party hard once exams are over! Adios amigos!

The Monday Madness!

Ah Monday!

Monday.... What to say about this day! Everybody from little children to grown up people hate this day... Not only does it end the whacking weekend, it denotes the start of the week (read : schools, colleges and offices). I really don't know how much I've cursed Monday, but I can guarantee that number is close to infinity.

Well, not everyone hated Monday since the time they were born. A lot of that is owed to our schools, institutions which have removed the terms "sound sleep" and "sleep like a log" from the dictionary of students from the age of 4. Not only did they kill our beloved sleep, they also murdered the brains by adding something known as "Monday Tests" to their calender. What were they thinking? "Giving a very difficult and annoying test on Monday would be a great and refreshing start to the week!"

Let's move 20 years into the future. A person who has a job really knows how to hate Monday! Returning to the office after some awesome time out during the weekend, thinking about nobody but himself and enjoying time, he has to suddenly worry about the pending work, facing an ever-complaining boss and just waiting endlessly for Saturday to come. Weekends just seem like a dream which get over in a jiffy. Getting a rest seems like a luxury. I know this because that's what some of my cousins keep on complaining about it (Sorry Bros).

So much about work and job, I'd rather talk about what I see and feel about Mondays in college. In most of the colleges, it seems to be a time when the classes start and it is necessary to attend them because some percentage of attendance is compulsorily required. I'd rather say, I'm in BITS, End of Story. You see, it's not a thing one should brag about in his blog, but 0% attendance is AWESOME! Only classes I attend are labs, and by the mercy of God, my timetable doesn't have any labs on Monday. So, in a way of saying, Mondays aren't much different, when compared to Sundays, to me (or any other day I don't have labs). 

See, I even put the "Like A Boss" Meme! So, Monday, you can't screw me (atleast till the end of this semester). I've hated you since I was 4. Also, I'll hate you again, once I get a job, with some enhanced abilities. You're like a bad starter to a scrumptious dessert. We'd rather jump directly to the main meal. Leave us alone in peace.

P.S. Monday, I still hate you!!! 

Learning on the Way

Hello Everyone!!

Nice to be back blogging. It's been a long time, 2 and a half years i think. That was the time when our parents used to say "Study hard in these 2 years, get into college then you'll enjoy all your life." It was supposed to allegedly provide us with a boost, so that we study hard. Honestly speaking, I've heard better lies!

Lot has changed while I was away from blogging. I finished my schooling days (those 2 years I say), joined a  premier brand and constantly growing college of the nation, BITS Pilani Hyderabad Campus, got my favourite branch and even SURVIVED a semester. I feel it was an important and a successful transition (till now) of my life. Things are getting boring I guess!

Well I'll be talking about random topics. One that crosses my mind right know is, well, studies (late night stroke, sorry guys). Studies are (allegedly) important part of one's life. Our colleges take a heck lot of money out of our parents' pockets to "teach" us. Hell tuition fees is 70k here in BITS. Truth be told, that's a crazy bit of money for the one thing we don't do nowadays.

The first semester of college was such a learning experience. I mean, from making friends, complaining like baboons about mess food, to being witness to various events and the first technical fest, it was awesome. I might say studies are a thorn really to an almost perfect life on campus. From extensive physical work (Read : Going up a 90 degree slope and a hundred thousand steps to the college that too to try to study) to literally "Keh ke lena" in exams, we almost lost faith in studying for anything. This semester is NO good.

Can anybody explain why Biology is taught to engineering guys who got nothing to do with it? Okay, even after the lengthy first chapter we have which tries to answer the above question or the continuous grunting of the Bio lecturer, my common sense still doesn't get it! Don't want anyone to explain to me either, won't help. After all, "Ek baar jo maine commitment kar di, to uske baad to main khudki bhi nhi sunta" :p

Alright that was lame, studies apart, there were much other things to learn, somethings that cannot be taught but must be felt and experienced, which was covered from life's syllabus in the last semester. We've all set out on firm ways to be what we want to be. It is the path that leads us to fulfill out dream, and we keep on Learning on the Way.