Fast Car

Thus, I find myself back in college. A hectic life had beckoned me, I had thought. I wasn't wrong, but note entirely correct. A hectic and dull one did. Chemistry cycle is sheer boredom, I have realised. I can't say I'm thankful.
It's fantastic to meet up with everyone though. I'm awfully grateful for my friends here.



This evening, I took the monumental task of unpacking as well as putting up all that I had brought to ornate my room, and was thus pretty exhausted.
Just then did my room-mate request my company to the market. In no position to walk, any more than the length of a tennis-racquet, I hastily declined.
Having decided that it would be appropriate to take my first meal of the day (dinner), I escaped with a friend to the neighbourhood Tapmi (Tammy) Mess. As we were returning, I had taken but one step towards the gate when he cried "Stop! Let's go for a walk first." As if in the know that I was only about to protest, he quickly continued the conversation in a rather casual tone devoid of any hint of accusation, yet so full of it saying "Boy did you eat a lot today. We're almost quits for a change."
I had only pointed out that he had had 5 chappatis (four was the exact number, as it turned out) and I, only 3 that he retorted "But you also took a Gobi Manchurian. Gosh, it was absolutely flowing in oil, wasn't it."
So we walked.



Meanwhile, I had a most delightful beginning to the semester.
The day commenced with a Math class. Hon'ble professor walked in and began to call the roll.
"251... 252..." he went on and I listened patiently. How long ago, it felt, since I'd answered a roll call. How long it had been since I was to raise my arm to 279 and call out "Yessah."

"261.... 262.... 263...." he went on and I called off their names on my fingers, seeing how well I could connect numbers with people. Not too well, it turned out.

And it was round about at 268 that she walked in, dressed in a charming outfit. "May I come in sir?" she interrupted. I was stunned.
No, it wasn't love at 3,563rd sight. Her clothes were jangling.
"How particularly odd" I thought to myself.
"Her dress is jangling." I told myself.
"Yes, I know!" myself told me. "I can hear just about as well as me, thank you very much."
"Why is her dress jangling?" I asked myself.

Before myself could respond, another entity entered the door and the massive population of that class-room was increased by one.
But 'one' did not look as he had the previous evening.
"That's funny! No more than 16 hours ago, he had not hair as short as that." you-know-who told you-know-what.
Before the latter could snap back with a "Yes, I know wise-guy. I was right there in you, remember?" I snapped out of my thoughts.

Teacher : 301.... 302.... 303.... 304....

Me and Myself in Chorus : Uh-oh!