Grouch Potato

Some days short of freedom, temporary but epochal, restricted by euphoric, hell, its my piece of cake!
Anyways, after being so demanding which is my usual subconscious self among the hoi poloi of my alma mater, I am crossing out days on my calender with a big fat bold permanent marker, with almost feral brutality. The fierce pen strokes make the paper split up even with the soft felt tip of the pen. As I pack my bags, start gathering my stuff, sorting it out from my roomie's, and assiduously put them back in place, organised and arranged , adhering to the promises I made to my folks before leaving, to keep my place clean and organized. Not that I changed overnight or something, its a token of my schmaltz and sickness, of both home and place. This task of rearrangement fueled by MY yearning of MY Delhi, is done with an aggravation,. Its in a long time, an activity managed to keep me interested.

Often when I'm online, where a copious amount of my routine is immolated each day, I am often slithered by these new breed of watchdogs, who are almost driven with a shot of acid in their arms. They bug me with that ubiquitous yet abstractly obscene question, "What's Up?" Some of the more harebrained ones take liberty to truncate this phrase into one of the most irascibly blown out of proportion words which makes you salivate unnaturally, "WASSUP!" Often worsened by the iteration of that exclamation mark....
Well, I'd like to have that luxury of asking these too-busy-for-the-world beings a question, What do you guys have for breakfast? Grass? I mean the "hi" sent with a sinuous sequence of that 'I', does that really reflect your state of mind? Then just sit back and wonder what a living time bomb that guy must be, with a pulse rate of over some 10,000 bpm, not to forget the 'hi' is so 'high', the guy is so 'high', so I spoil the party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Probably get an ICU in a respectable hospital booked first hand, first aid!!!!!!!!!!!!

Another abomination is the question you get umpteen times in a day, "How's Life?" Not to mention, the same treatment is for the '?' mark also. I find myself replying, 'Great' with that same unreasonable enthusiasm. But on the 34th time I gave up, I said, I am having a brain hemorrhage, please help me. The girl went offline instantly!
In one of my more 'intellectual' moods (yes I even have those, amazing isn't it!!!!!) I had one pensive reply, an exhaustive one to slap across his face. And he went bust:

LIFE is...............A Bitch I guess!Keeps on acquainting me with new horrors regularly to let me fret. Little hard for me 2 keep up with the academics here at first, so it spoilt the party a little but as of now, I m in probably the most freakiest phase of my life as of yet... Everyday becomes a succinct memory of some crazy happening! Like a slanderous pimp, life is taking me to unsuspecting thresholds, each more muzzy than the other.
Life is like having a cup of tea. You sit by the side of the window, lift the cup and take a careless sip, Only to realize, somebody forgot to put the sugar. Too lazy to go for it you somehow struggle through the tasteless drink. Until you discover un-dissolved sugar crystal sitting at the bottom... ---That's LIFE

For me if you comprehend with this "cup o' tea' idea, mine is punctuated by this crystal of sugar sitting, sauntering at the base of the cup but always inconspicuous, obscure enough to signal its presence, a sweet tinge, is what the drinker of the tea is longing for, at the same, he's too stingy in his effort for it... hope u get what's going on in my life!

His panting was heard overseas...Orkut is good!!!!!!!!

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Right now I am sitting in my lab, where we come every thursday to learn C++, thanks to my ordeals at high school with the abstruse language, probably the only one which doesn't have official abuses, I am doing reasonably, coping with it. Right now, our lab assistant, genially coined as Lab-Ass, is reading out our mid semester marks. With unaccounted liberty, I dare say that I have scored a decent 80%, a feat when compared to the amount of effort I put in. This lab is beginning to acquire a place for my surfing joints, where I employ the resources of this institute for much more productive and insinuating purposes. As today's affairs will come to an end, I am happy, not for that over credited performance of mine, but for the time that ended, an hour, a minute passes, bringing that occasion nearer and nearer when I board that train, the train of freedom. The train to Delhi.

Now that I am being a total waste, a pathetic excuse for a student, I am sharing a thought, a sentiment of the whole group. Even as a guy behind me, is flashing around his new gadget, a 2.0 MP phone, he is doing a reasonable job as a wildlife photographer, clicking all of the dormant and sleeping fauna of the lab :) I am one of the few awake, and recording all these blunders. Our respected Lab-Asses, the beholders of the venerable position are there flummoxed by this program on some honest soul's terminal, just living upto their names, asses, proving time and again their apt skills.
A smart way to complete assignments, not that smart though when there are loop holes the size of Pakistan itself, is that since there is no security to access folders of students in the server from any terminal in the lab, we take the benignant prerogative to copy the program files from the folders of some of our exponentially diligent batch mates. Exponential by our standards, you see...

Its due to this lack of control, some on themselves and rest is gleefully complemented by us, that these periods where a student is supposed to sharpen some skills, are turned into such ineffectual excursions.
Yet among all the sludge that seeps through my mailboxes and chat windows, I get across some good stuff too...

Like check out this whacky yet proficient definition of Optimism:
Optimism is accidentally falling into a river, and start bathing.

I am riding the wave of optimism, the wave which terminates at my home, flooding the place with my yearnings and memories.

So until I board the train....
Adios Amigos!