Bolt without a Clue!

Holla people, after that gauche revelation, things are still as they were and no, I haven't yet been caught by those lunatic asylum guys who have masqueraded into my college's premises in the guises of my professors. Hmmm....reports of abductions of senile men have been doing the rounds....Elementary my dear Watson! Ok Ok! I swear no more of these futile mouthfuls in this post...

With some 12 minutes left before a sinister demon who goes about with the lovable coined nickname of "Ravana" begins plundering the hapless people of this Lanka, (atleast for an hour) I have an inscrutable urge to rush back home.... went yesterday for having my reservation done on the quintessential Utkal Express, the very mention of which is the catalysis of our nostalgia, albeit (some punk commenting on my blog writes that as 'albit', people these days you know!!!) all the abomination that Indian Railways are for there always... Sitting at the counter at the station with a few of my mates, the reticent announcer's deadpan voice filled the space every now and then after that inconspicuous railway-ish jingle, wasn't just any perfunctory employee's apathetic burble, it was the rainfall on the parched earth of our hearts... My home, my place, my people and most of all the mess which I would be away from, in more sanitized and anti-'septic' environs. God! Are we all in a time wrap? Wonder if god had a blog! I would be the first and last guy to post comments on it.

Anyways, after all the ado, where it is locked safely in the safe in the attic where Ravana cant reach it, the mathematics of the moment result in a hectic time ahead. For all once in a while I have decided, I repeat, I have decided to study...No, I do mean it....to study in this 'year' and bid goodbye with less piqued memoirs of my momentous stay so far in this abbatoir. Lucky to be alive, eh? So adios to all the ruminations about 'breaking the code', about 'to finally get down to it' and for once Act! You must have heard about that joke that goes around, like in my case, where my 'curriculum' is just like a filthy pig, the more you ignore it the more devious it becomes, which is like wrestling with it in the mud, and it enjoys more and more... Guess I have to get my hands dirty... wrestle with the pig, who is a simulacrum of all the professors I have got, who just love it, anytime of the day, nothing more satisfying is to them when they bleep with the same contentment and glee as that kid (or is he...) in that McDonalds jingle...Ta ra ta ra raa, "I'm Loving it!"

And now I'll run with have myself gathering whatever I can of my books and pants..and today I will not forget to close my zipper, which to my utter shame when I was pointed out by one of my classmates after I had so conviniently breezed past the whole gathering with the most oblivious demeanor! Yes, I always have to get myself into such breakneck situations, and the susceptibility is inexplicable, often leding to abject conseqences. This quality which is more of a pain to others, especially my mom, is such a constant that its been one of my primal character traits. Hope I make it on time, and come back...Alive. Its Ravana, you know!