Not really a Day.
It’s all the same, with variations of about 15% …: morning wake up is a fight with sleep, but mine’s somewhat peculiar, at times I do wake up but somehow realise that I still have time, so I tell myself to continue dreaming and I want to keep dreaming cause its filled with adventure and you never know what’s going to come up next but somedays I literally woke myself up cause aliens started to take over the world and filled every cm of earth like cockraoches, yes that was scary. Anyway moving on, if it’s a college working day, half your problem of going through the day is solved. But if it isn’t, the morning feels fresh and you prepare yourself up to complete the whole syllabus in one day. So you go for a shower, the only place that gives you respite from burning heat of delhi summer (even though it lasts a few minutes). Breakfast with parents, and sometimes mom’s beautiful singing skills that somewhat permanently damage your ear is to be heard without any objection. You retire to your room, ganged up with about 20 books on the bed and more in the cupboard, open registers call out your attention, and with great enthusiasm you pick up the smallest book visible, in my case R.Kumar, but that later turns out to be the saddest choice you made cause even the solved example you open, you get stuck up in the very second step. So stuck, that you don’t want to do anything else, you try to solve another question on a fresh page and get stuck up again, so you decide to refresh yourself up, though the refreshing part that was meant to last an hour stretches out to the whole day. Well, you see, even if you want to study, and slide through pages of the book, invariantly you just step into a dreamland, and its only when a knock on the door startles you that your realize you were asleep. So you think to do something more productive, and pick up a Sherlock Holmes book, and delve into it so much so that though you’d decided to read only about 10 pages end up reading half the book. You go into the dining room for lunch, which you finish up real fast, not knowing whatever the contents of the food are but are to ingest anyhow to not fall off starvation. The weather seems really overpowering and you don’t want to turn on the a.c cause the bucks would fly off, and you’ve been secretly saving money for your dance workshop. Then the food, air, and books do so much that you are insisted upon a nap by your body who promises to be in prefect shape after the powerful nap. And yes all along through the day, the netbook next to you calls out to check up fb once in a while. Anyway, once you finally doze of in the arms of soft pillows, time just dilates and there’s no sense of present world (certainly most charming thing about sleeping, when in the heart of heart you are an escapist) untill the loud cries of the little kids who come for tuition wake you up. And then finally you set yourself up for something constructive, books still look humongous, so you think a lecture online would do you good. You listen to the lecture with great interest and make notes, but you see the most interesting part is, it is nothing related to your syllabus, so that adds up to all the more fun. And then randomly you check out nasa page, uefa champion league score and fb (these recent weird cartoon character jokes are spreading pretty fast, but I feel pity for those professional cartoon artists, wonder what would they be thinking… ) At times you sketch or photograph or dance about while making maggi and record your songs (which turns out to be the greatest mistake, cause your recorded voice sounds like trash)… Accepting defeat, you finally decide to sit and study for exams in a few weeks. And then your phone pops up with messages, some welcoming and some not so and it often happens with me that I finish my balance in messaging without realizing that my message card finished about a day ago. So by this time, its late evening and dad comes from office, so you’ve got to greet him, and then comes pouring down of questions of what you did throughout the day (something that really makes you introspect about the whole day) … and after he leaves your room, you decide to pick up the book, but the attractive nat-geo issue on the side, pulls you to atleast flip through the breathtaking photographs of K2 and titanic (check out april issue, after about a hundered years, finally lights are “on” and detailed pictures of titanic are now in light), now you can’t help but read that article that invites you to dive into the depths wherein titanic sunk. You then wander off into the worlds of icebergs, or cameroon’s flim making, or thinking about the titanic 3D that’s coming up and you must watch, till suddenly you hear shrieks from few floors below (yeah, I live in flats, so that’s something frequent) then you hear the whistle of the steam cooker and your know its time for dinner. And arnab is constantly shouting out questions on tv. And you are transported back to the four walls wherein you stay; away from the dreamland of shimla trip of Sherlock and icebergs of artic or the Doppler shift of delta leporis. And just about when you start to get into your cribbing mode about the cage you are bounded to and the Indian education system, you realize that there is no point whatsoever and find some solace in writing out a diary like this. At times you get reminded of people who are maybe too busy doing some other work, so you concentrate your thoughts on something meaningful, but everything meaningful seems to deviate very largely from my current syllabus completion and things-to-do list. My day ended that fast, see…. And now, I am finally thinking to start off my studies though somewhat realizing that I am a day late again.
