Blog 601: There are days... And then there are days.

Wake up.
Headache.

7.30 class.
Headache.

8.30 break:
prof: "Arent you supposed to look fresh in the morning?"
me: " no sir"
Prof: " why?"
me: " because its morning sir"

9.30 break:
Desperately seeking coffee.
No money.
Ikey, Pandey, Adi, Shashi and me lead the maths dep army to nescafe.
Rs 21 bill.
Paid Rs 20.
Negotiated the solitary buck citing the common good of the masses as enshrined in the constitution of India and envisaged by the founding fathers of the country.
Whatever.

11.30am:
Class under siege by M.Sc 2nd yrs.
Duffers.
We lay in wait outside.
Talk.
Wait.
Proudly declare victory when they leave class.

12.30:
One hour of stochastic nonsense.
Run out of class as soon as it ends.

2.30pm:
Finish browsing 175 blogs that occupy my favourites folder.
At max 5 of these know of my existence.
Mental exhaustion.
Sleep.

4.30pm:
Wake up.
Gulp down two glasses of tea.
Snacks = incidental part of the process.

5.00pm:
Go to extra class.
His highness Mr. P apparates into sight.
Making the board spotless.
Spanking the bottom of the board.
Obscene.

5.01pm:
I sit in 2nd row.

5.02pm:
Two M. Sc first years sit in the 1st row.
Both girls.

5.05pm:
Junta streams into class.
Maths dep junta starts sitting 3rd row onwards.
Game starts.

5.06pm to 7.15pm:
One full maths department.
One M.Sc. girl.
Many-one mapping.
Not allowed.
No bother.

Everyone wants to be fida on that one girl.
No bother.

All kinds of comments flying in the air.
My head still paining.
Not participating in M.Sc girl centric banter.
No bother.

8 pm:
Accused by Mr. S of displaying atti.
Duel ensues.
No result.

8.15pm:
Dinner in LS with Mr. S and Miss S.
Spot Miss P and Mr. M there.
Miss P looks grumpy.
Me and Mr. S enjoying.
Single and happy.
No, shouldnt lie.

11.55pm:
Me and Mr. I talking.
Decision time.
Decide to bid goodbye to the historic 2/8/05 by raising a glass of tea.

1.15 pm:
I sign off this post.
Goodnight.