The Day That Was'nt

It gives me a great sense of pleasure to introduce to the world,the most jobless idiot.Applause!Up goes the curtain!It's me,people.Yes,what would you call a person who misses her first ever college alumni day because she has ,well,..nothing else to do?

Heartbroken as she is,about not being able to make it to her college,her heartless friends choose to make things worse by calling her from the city and talkin about how good it feels to visit the place you studied in for four years and relive those glorious moments.My protoganist,is immediately transported to her college days where goof ups and Murphy ruled her life.Sherecalls the times she screwed up her practicals,because she fully understood and related with the philosophy of objectivism initiated by a certain Miss.Rand.She even went to the extentof flunking her written tests,because she,like John Galt and the rest of the intellectuals,was keen to figure out what would happen to the world if she stopped working or studying.But miraculously,the world did not seem to need her,as things were sailing smooth;A pang ofjolt hit her like a hurricane and twirled her back to her senses and the smart person thatshe is,she could clearly see that Ayn Rand wrote Fiction and not philosophy.If philosophy is fictious,then is fiction philosophic?But who the hell is John Galt?Ah!I could write a book someday!

She fondly remembers the time she spent with her friends in hostel,those enlightening conversations on almost everythingunder the sun..well, does this blog have censors?;) She is amazed at the insatiable appetite for good food(As opposed tofood at the hostel mess,which threw surprise bashes like cockroach noodles and spider lassi) she possessed back then-the ease with which she could slurp a bowl of soup,following it up with two full servings of starters and 5 kulchas,two dosas,threesubzis(One with a thick gravy,one dry and one with paneer),cashewnut pulao,hyderabadi biriyani,and end the humble meal withstrong filter coffee and butterscotch icecream and still be game enough to go on a wild shopping spree at RSPuram and settle for a sandwich and cappuccino with her bunch of friends at cafe coffee day in the evening.


She was someone with a penchant for movies-could watch korean movies without subtitles and preferred watching"When harry met sally" for the 52nd time,to attending a session on solid mechanics.She's known to be a notoriouscomperer,while doing the MoC in her department associations-has played mean jokes on chief guests by referringto "him" as "her" in every line of the chief guest introduction and grinning sheepishly when the "she" in question wasactually a "he".A lot such goof ups to her credit even earned her the wrath of her HoD,a slightly demented funny litttleguy who'd forgotten how to smile-he guffawed only when he was angry,and 8 out of ten times he guffawed at me.

Well,now she's at home,which is a prehistoric village founded ten thousand billion years ago and still houses dinosaurs,mammoths ,cavemen and george of the jungle.She should have been at her college now,catching up with old friendsbut she's pumped up about attending a meeting on the Union Budget(the closest she ever got to becoming seriousabout a career in Finance Management) and wondering if she should have gone to college instead-the place that gave hercartloads of fun,gave her a degree,a job,a life..Does'nt she have the required sense of gratitude to visit the place, and pay homage to the stalwarts who taught her,pay her tribute to the place that bore her for four years?Does this sound sarcastic?;)

Takes a bow.Curtains down..Applause!