I set foot on my college campus, inside the department of videography, and there was a loud bang.Inside my head, of course.Everything seems so normal now.

Talking about videography, I like the department.Its very "Kewl Dudish".I mean we had an HOD once upon a time, who used to chew gum, drink raw lemon chai, wear amazing clothes, was uber intellectual, used to think all her non uber intellectual students are a complete waste of department resources.Was biased against non bengalis and females.Was highly in favour of students who could come up with lines like .."the screen space is screaming in this particular scene".Used to think her occupation is some sort of a default generated so as she can torture the unassuming, generally cheerful, unintelligent, non uber intellectual and essentially female(some non bong) category of students.She had a way with words.I mean, she would go on lecturing for hours at an end, and yet at the end of it, we could proudly proclaim to have failed to grasp the essence of the lecture[refer to the sentence in lilac].That dint matter, because, we are a generation of natural glib talkers anyway.There are some exceptions of course.Like once she said, "window shopping is similar to watching porn".Heh, inspite of the things written on the above paragraph, I secretly enjoyed her classes.The secret, however, came out, once she left.It turned out, I was not the only one.

I don't even know why I am talking about her.Perhaps I should talk about Transformation.
I have come a long way.There was a time, I'd be happy playing with building blocks all day long.
Or be cooped up inside a stuffy room listening to FM radio.
Cut to the present..I am bored while reading the newspaper in the morning, bored while eating-sleeping-dreaming-scratching head-shampooing the same-stargazing-bhatbokofying,don't even talk about the internet connection in my PC.I am bored while I am writing this.

So lets tell you how watery my day was.There was water in the morning, flowing from the upturned bottle that might have been subject to a thrashing from me, while I was sleeping, of course.There was water on the roads.Water was splashed on to me while I was trying to save myself from the mighty shoves of an auto wallah.Water was dripping from my hair, flowing through the temples, the chin and down my neck.
Fact is, under such and such circumstances people actually glare at me, as if I am abnormal or something(which I am).There was an instance of this toh-tal stranger on the road telling me "fat people sweat more than others".I don't blame him, because I was screeching along such and such things while walking on the road :
"Its ok, I am dumb and idiotic and I probably have a hearing problem and I cant communicate properly and also I am fat and clumsy with no sense of style and still single.ALL that is ok with me.I am ok with all of that.BUT WHY DO I HAVE TO SWEAT SO MUCH??????"
And then, on that very day, mind you...ON THAT VERY day, my friend, The Diva while browsing through some clothes at some maru shopping center, picks up this little white halter-neck top and goes.."oooh wow!!!", then she says "wow" and then again "wow" (approximately three times.Approx because, I am not sure, I am not good at maths).Then taking her cue..I go "wow"!(only once)..and The Diva utters something like "I am SO happy I am thin."
She actually meant, "I am SO glad I am thin, I don't look like this pudgy girl with a pudgier face standing in front of me , I can look at stuff and thank my stars that most of what my fingers pass through can fit me in."

I mean has she forgotten?She ACTUALLY looks like a crow!!!!
I am really unhappy.I should go and cry a little.
Actually wait, since that has something to do with water, I'd rather avoid crying.
I think will do some sit ups instead..:-|
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Disclaimer:
The Diva is a very nice girl.She went with me to eat out at this place, helped me out and stuff.I am sorry, I just HAD to write a blog post about the white top and such like.