Andhera Kayam Rahe Thread#2; *thread 3 link pg 149* - Page 58

Originally posted by: cineraria

Je baat! yeh hui na sahi advise. Suna P bitiya.

PS: P yara, I will miss you like Devdas missed Paro. Oops.

PPS: You should never be named Paro, your lover would perpetually miss you. 😡

Originally posted by: cineraria

Aww love, I was just kidding. And I still want to marry you, I swear. Oh and I was just giving the general cause of faintiyana in desi girls, no way was I pointing at didi. Hail her health God.

And you ca never be an ogre behena, let's say, lack of a better word?

PS: You cocking an eye brow like ASR and Didi being hypersensitive like Anjali Di? Majara kya hai.

Tang if you are ASR in beheroopiya, lemme tell you, screw my Aman, I am very much KKG. See I even trip so often, catch me please. 😛

Originally posted by: zeffy2k2

@Tangy

Abhi tak naraaz hain!😔 Hope you are not busy and I am interrupting!😳

Originally posted by: cineraria

Accha yaad dilaya, records are to be made tonight and submitted tomorrow morning. My present condition is what they say in hindi , Phat rahi hai.

Chalo saheliyon bye bye. Bahut kaam karna hai.

Originally posted by: ---Mehak---

Hey 🤗 I'm meeting u first time ?? 😳

I'm fine , thanks .. and wat about u ??? Nahe re .. bht sara ha 😭

Originally posted by: cineraria

Ayei Bewadi, who is this new creature in your DP?

And Party over, doze mili?

Originally posted by: Arshi67

Bhagwan jo bhi karta hain acche ke liye karta hain 😆

Originally posted by: cineraria

Wow all Lal battis again. By the way, I took the morning jog around the various drives of my computer (this time kept on the study table Tang, I took your advise to lap.) to basically clear some clutter. And to re-install MySQL (the damned password forgotten) and came across this particular folder that houses all the amphibological accounts of yours truly, ironically named (the folder) Linguist's delight!😕

Here in much to my chagrin, I reaffirmed the fact that I haven't changed a bit in last two years. I haven't grown the sincerity cells, I still indulge myself albeit more freely now in all non academic activities.

Amount of sense gained = Zilch 😡

This particular little article was a part of a series I wrote in the first semester called, 'Me Awry' 😛

And Lo, I am no better I see, now in fifth semester. 😭

Me Awry!

(Episode #1)

-Two weeks before exams-

I place my head between both my palms to stop it from swinging sideways, it helps but is only a momentary support for it can no way cure my brain of the continual swaying of thoughts, bolstering the opinion that I am on the verge of losing it. I mean more than what I already have.

It takes a bit of might to pick up my pen from the diary lying askew, and some more of might to place its nib on the paper and let the obedient fingers transfer to it, all the crap my nasty cerebrum generates. Why should all this take place when exams are overhead? *sulks*

Why it doesn't take place when exams are over? *sulks further*

Darn! I should be studying right now. *endless sulking*

(Episode #2)

-One week before exams-

One. You should not transfer your favorite chocolate biscuits (Oreo in my case) from their blue opaque paper-metal packing to a transparent plastic container (with blue floral design in my case).

Two. If you still do the above, you should never keep this container on your study table.

Three. I say this because I performed both one and two.

Ian Mckenzie Smith, et al, who have authored the book I refer for power engineering say regarding the analysis of alternating voltages, '' It cannot be said that investigating such terms is the most exciting activity''. A euphemism for 'all right this is f**king crap hands down but you have no other option.'

So it's when my book lies flat open and is supposed to grab all my attention, even the least remarkable teeny-weeny thingummies of my surroundings (minus the book) happen to be alluring items of great interest. Like the last 40 minutes I spent observing this 2mm long brownish rice worm which somehow found its way to my study table. The slim tip of my lead pencil is employed in gently poking its head in sundry directions and what an ingenious discovery! It actually starts to crawl in the direction I poked.

*claps hands*

As I glance for the umpteenth time at the tempting, delectable dark brown biscuits peeping at me through the container, I take a pledge (to be renounced the very next moment) not to pay them any attention.

Such insult! Out goes my hand, catching hold of the lid, twisting it open anti clockwise. Popping one in wont harm, it'll only infuse energy, expunge lethargy, be an incentive to go on..and still the container will remain replete with them. Crme melts in my mouth, I savor it for a while, soon the repletion is transferred to my stomach.

My eyes linger over the page, stubborn thing, it still reads no. 42. It has been reading 42 since morning. More stubborn than a mule, duh, the idiom ought to be rephrased, as stubborn as a page number 42. It still doesn't budge. Its contents flatly refuse to register themselves in my brain. Hell, I NEED A BREAK.

(Episode #3)

**flash back**

As my dear parents continue to be relentless in their efforts towards making me drop the shit ( which is enjoyment in their view) and pull the real shit (which is Ist year engineering syllabus in my view), I continue to scrounge for ways to save my ass of all the trouble it would find itself in, if I, with all my reluctance sat in the ''reward oriented'' pursuit. They implore, they admonish but alas! fail miserably at my obduracy.

Exams are more than a month away, a month is a mammoth sized time, for a panda sized task. Panda reminds me of Kung fu panda and how Chinese kung fu can make even a cute panda painfully boring.

Darn these Hollywood movies, darn this Chinese content in Hollywood movies. I switch over to cartoon network that plays 'Oggy and the Cockroaches'. I bemoan the loss of brilliant cartoon films from my childhood, Scooby-Dooby doo where are you? Instead I have a bunch of f**king cockroaches and no wonder how much they f**k, considering their population. On second thought, is f**king a part of their multiplication curriculum? Why not, if it is for lizards, it should be for their favorite food, after all we are what we eat.

** flash back ends**

(Episode #4)

zzz...nnn...zzz...

zzz...nnn...zzz...

trrriiinnnggg...

''Shut up you stupid alarm clock'', I almost scream, it doesn't shut up, another one in the ever increasing list of stubborn items!

"To hell with you''.

zzz...nnn...zzz...

zzz...nnn...zzz...

(Episode #5)

- 5 days before exams-

My head is spinning. It always does in these hours. In remembrance of all the hours generously spent in vella-panti, in goofing around, in day-dreaming, in night-dreaming, in knight-dreaming, in fancy dreaming, in creative dreaming, in dreaming-dreaming and wondering what to dream about next! Rest of the hours spent in bantering, in sound sleeping (the one in which hell, there are no dreams), TV viewing, TV view's bashing & even observing rice-worms.

No, even if you are expecting it, I am not naming it. I don't consider time spent in eating, listening music, writing and internet as unutilized.

But what am I supposed to do now, apart from taking oaths that from next time, I won't make anything impede my early start in the ''reward oriented'' pursuit.

I know, I AM SUPPOSED TO STUDY NOW.

(Episode #6)

Tick-tock-tick-tock...Countdown to terror.

( Episode # 7,8,9 do not exist as nothing's awry anymore)- Exam time you see!