I just tried my hands on creative writing. No Giraffes were harmed in the process of writing this article.
Where Shall I begin? The initial part of anything is the most difficult one, may it be writing a essay, may it be a speech, may it be trying to speak to your love, may it be a cover-up for your wrong doings, may it be choosing the first slice of a pizza (at which, even the weakest at math turns into Ramanujam) or may it be the first day office.
I am in no way a person who would dare to write a blog post with absolutely no idea about how to stretch the article long enough that people would hire me for million dollar projects and with a vocab equivalent of what Sheldon Cooper thinks of Howard Wolowitz's, ridiculous.
I am from Chennai, a city where the weather conditions always trying to dominate its colleagues. Apparently, the summer season always triumphs over all other seasons similar to the Australian Cricket Team from 1999-2007. It was a defy for me to write this article after being roasted by the heat in the traffic jam on a Sunday afternoon. That was a situation a little contrasting to what people, or rather I dream of, of a Sunday afternoon which usually would be spending time with my best friend, my bed and his new roommate, the air conditioner. But, as I have started the article already, I ought to finish it due to my urge for completion.
High school has always taught me to be on time (well, there is a difference between 'they thought me' and 'I learnt that'). But, I had a knack of being late for anything and everything. I would always have my genuine reason of getting up late for being late to school, but you know, humanity is nowhere around. I would try my best to be early on occasions. Sometimes, I am successful. And when I am successful, I would usually be so early that I could return back home, take a 37 hours nap and return back to the occasion and still arrive before the grooming of the venue has started. This was my high school journey in a nut shell, because people do not care about your scores and neither do you.
End of high school marks the beginning of the hunt for the best college around. The other day, I was having a casual conversation with my friend about future when I mentioned about how good scores play a crucial role for admissions in good colleges. He stood up, adjusted his collar and said, '3 lakh de, bhai tera admission karvayega'.
Getting into college was not a challenge, well because I had 'Bhai' with me. The challenging part was going through college. With so many assignments to complete, I would usually end up completing none. Watching my favorite sitcom for the third time and simultaneously complaining about how many assignments are to be completed in very less time had become my hobby for the three years of college. A unhappy situation, except for the sitcom part.
Time flew and three years of college flew along with it. The much awaited final semester was now history and that was a unhappy situation too. Being Janice to my Chandler, my friends would talk about which company to choose for placements and some would talk about which line of business is more profitable while some other would talk about the shares of which company would yield higher returns and simultaneously the thoughts running through mind were whether to hope for backlags and not throw away the books or to have faith in the answers of the person sitting next to me in the exam hall. One thing I learnt to excel on while in college was to doze off before the hot tea could turn cold.
With the hopes of being a astronaut when I was a toddler to being the fastest one to gulp five hot cups of tea, I was definitely on my way. People would often tell me that you join college to learn and one thing that I had learnt from college was that people love advising. Advising is their hobby, for others their profession and for the remaining lot, just another way to annoy people. The other day, the Chai wala came to me said, 'Listen to your heart, do what makes you happy, money is not everything, never worry about the future, always live in the present and blah blah blah'. A headache was definitely on the way and I had to purchase two more 'adrak waali Chai' to calm down. I did not actually understand if that was just another way to annoy me or an excellent marketing technique which the Chai wala has mastered.In the parallel world, the main character of a serial had just died for the fourth time and was prepared to make her 5th appearance in the same show. She must be an excellent performer, I thought.
The college results were announced and even before I could check my results, a third world relative called me after 3 years and said, 'Beta, pass hogaye na, ab shaadi karlo, bahut scope hai' and I replied that I had failed just to know what they would reply. The answer from the other side was, 'Koi baat nahi beta, shaadi karlo, sab theek hojayega'.
I switched off my phone, assumed that I had passed, put my favorite pajamas on and slept off.
Where Shall I begin? The initial part of anything is the most difficult one, may it be writing a essay, may it be a speech, may it be trying to speak to your love, may it be a cover-up for your wrong doings, may it be choosing the first slice of a pizza (at which, even the weakest at math turns into Ramanujam) or may it be the first day office.
I am in no way a person who would dare to write a blog post with absolutely no idea about how to stretch the article long enough that people would hire me for million dollar projects and with a vocab equivalent of what Sheldon Cooper thinks of Howard Wolowitz's, ridiculous.
I am from Chennai, a city where the weather conditions always trying to dominate its colleagues. Apparently, the summer season always triumphs over all other seasons similar to the Australian Cricket Team from 1999-2007. It was a defy for me to write this article after being roasted by the heat in the traffic jam on a Sunday afternoon. That was a situation a little contrasting to what people, or rather I dream of, of a Sunday afternoon which usually would be spending time with my best friend, my bed and his new roommate, the air conditioner. But, as I have started the article already, I ought to finish it due to my urge for completion.
High school has always taught me to be on time (well, there is a difference between 'they thought me' and 'I learnt that'). But, I had a knack of being late for anything and everything. I would always have my genuine reason of getting up late for being late to school, but you know, humanity is nowhere around. I would try my best to be early on occasions. Sometimes, I am successful. And when I am successful, I would usually be so early that I could return back home, take a 37 hours nap and return back to the occasion and still arrive before the grooming of the venue has started. This was my high school journey in a nut shell, because people do not care about your scores and neither do you.
End of high school marks the beginning of the hunt for the best college around. The other day, I was having a casual conversation with my friend about future when I mentioned about how good scores play a crucial role for admissions in good colleges. He stood up, adjusted his collar and said, '3 lakh de, bhai tera admission karvayega'.
Getting into college was not a challenge, well because I had 'Bhai' with me. The challenging part was going through college. With so many assignments to complete, I would usually end up completing none. Watching my favorite sitcom for the third time and simultaneously complaining about how many assignments are to be completed in very less time had become my hobby for the three years of college. A unhappy situation, except for the sitcom part.
Time flew and three years of college flew along with it. The much awaited final semester was now history and that was a unhappy situation too. Being Janice to my Chandler, my friends would talk about which company to choose for placements and some would talk about which line of business is more profitable while some other would talk about the shares of which company would yield higher returns and simultaneously the thoughts running through mind were whether to hope for backlags and not throw away the books or to have faith in the answers of the person sitting next to me in the exam hall. One thing I learnt to excel on while in college was to doze off before the hot tea could turn cold.
With the hopes of being a astronaut when I was a toddler to being the fastest one to gulp five hot cups of tea, I was definitely on my way. People would often tell me that you join college to learn and one thing that I had learnt from college was that people love advising. Advising is their hobby, for others their profession and for the remaining lot, just another way to annoy people. The other day, the Chai wala came to me said, 'Listen to your heart, do what makes you happy, money is not everything, never worry about the future, always live in the present and blah blah blah'. A headache was definitely on the way and I had to purchase two more 'adrak waali Chai' to calm down. I did not actually understand if that was just another way to annoy me or an excellent marketing technique which the Chai wala has mastered.In the parallel world, the main character of a serial had just died for the fourth time and was prepared to make her 5th appearance in the same show. She must be an excellent performer, I thought.
The college results were announced and even before I could check my results, a third world relative called me after 3 years and said, 'Beta, pass hogaye na, ab shaadi karlo, bahut scope hai' and I replied that I had failed just to know what they would reply. The answer from the other side was, 'Koi baat nahi beta, shaadi karlo, sab theek hojayega'.
I switched off my phone, assumed that I had passed, put my favorite pajamas on and slept off.
