Getting your ass kicked in an examination is a sure fire way to make you open your eyes and smell the coffee. I got my dues today, in a three-hour torture fiesta that left a trail of destruction in its wake that took out almost all my class with it. Dazed and shell-shocked is how I would describe my current situation to the EMTs who are probably on the way. Three more semesters of this treatment is sure to flush out any soul that had the unfortunate accident of harboring within me.

A revelation was made into the extent to which the human body can go in order to satisfy its basest urges.

The venue: A classroom not far, far away..
The victims: Yours truly and his roommate

After a night of watching arbitrary crap on the computer which serves no purpose other than to reduce the unfortunate subjects to sleep-walking zombies during the day, me and my roommate hit our first class for the day: at 9 AM. The lecturer is not taking the class, he just sits among the students while one of us conducts a seminar. Today being the day of unfortunate justices, he chooses the empty spot on the bench, beside us. But does the stimulus of a teacher sitting next to us prevent us from recapturing the lost experiences of sleep? Not at all... he was the first to get caught, me having used him at the time to hide my sleep-craving self from the teacher's eyes. He was told to wash his face, and coming back, the betrayer decides to take me down with him by sitting in the other corner of the classroom. There is no one between me and the lecturer. Does that stop me? Really... be serious

In my laughing classsmates' words, I dozed my way to heavenly glory while he managed to keep himself up for the hour by laughing at the precious sight and trying to simili my incessant nodding to harmonic functions, and the quick-return mechanism of a mechanical crank. The honourable person seated next to me, was thankfully oblivious to his knocked out neighbour, and intently listening to the seminar.

More adventures await me in the coming days, I'm sure, but I wonder why danger is my companion after a good night's sleeplessness

The advantages and disadvatages of working under a looming deadline become apparent at the point where you find yourself with so many things to do in such a short while, that you start wondering where to begin, or just give it all up and write a blog about it. The second choice comes to me automatically, I must say, though the guilt of having a deadline whoosh by you is quite overwhelming. The brain, when bombarded with stimuli to the point where each task to be done seems like pixels in an interestingly pointillised artwork, resorts to curling up in a virtual foetal position, with the cerbrum tucked firmly between the two lobes of the medulla oblongata. This position, causes the mind to play repetitive hallucinations which pertain to shifting the tasks at hand to a later deadline. The acceptance to this solution causes the brain to revert back to its original position, hopefully with no haemorrhages, until the process repeats again at the next deadline. Trust me, I do it every single day.

Its been quite a long time since I've posted, not a trend I'm to let off easily enough... and I am happy to go on with it... since I have what I dicovered to be a 'literary outburst' period. All the words that should have flown during four two or three months come out in a dizzying flourish of creative energy that leaves no room for the average reader to wonder what the hell this sentence really means. Let me put it straight. Writing is no easy task. As someone has wisely put it, "The blank page is the writer's greatest enemy". While I do not go on and consider myself as a writer, even a paltry one, I certainly am one among the miserable class of people to whom the blank page poses the most challenging and terrifying scenario. Until nights like this, when the keyboard begs to blabber. I call these outings 'literary menstruations'... alluding the nomenclature to the fact that both may be affected by the moon and the tides and what not. With nothing to stop the flow, maybe I should go on... or maybe it is advisable to stop singing when your voice has still not lost its tenor.

There are many times when I ask myself... what have I done? I have completed two years of my life in an Engineering College, and I basically have nothing worthwhile to show for it. I always dreamt about college life... being free and careless... able to do anything you want... and life gave me just that. The two years in 11th and 12th where I worked my ass off for the Entrance Exams was for this one goal... and life gave me just that. But what have I done?

I always told myself that once I have enough spare time at my hands, once I am free, I can start doing stuff that I always wanted to do, but could never pursue in its entirety. Read a lot of books, learn another language, improve my quizzing skills, the lot. Now I am in a position to do whatever I want. And what have I done?

What I embarked upon is a creative and spontaneous process of time wastage. Free time is generally spent lying in bed wondering what to do. I have little academic pressure, but find it hard to keep up because of the nasty habit of postponing things. If there is a thing that has to be done, it can wait. Hell, I wanted to write a blog on this for two months!!

I personally happen to love reading. I have a computer right in my hostel room with tons of e-books on it. But the reading just does not happen. It is a bit of a game here, a bit of a tv show there, a bit of porn on the side, and wow, the day is over. It so happened that I went home for the weekend and read the first four books of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in 3 days. I started off with the fifth book, and it was time to get back to college. And that was that. Its been a month. I have the same book in my hostel room computer. But why read when you can do much more 'fun' stuff? And at the end of the day, its the end of the day.

It all boils to the present moment. We are facing our end semester exams now. I had an exam today, and I have an exam two days later. The plan was to come to the Computer Centre (Since its hot as a frying pan here, and the CC has AC) and study for our next exam. And here we are folks, me and my friend, writing blogs for the world to read, on the very felony I am committing now. Maybe public self-criticism is the only way to rectify the situation.