Fragmented update

Something must be wrong with me.
I don't feel like replying to my scraps. I mean I want to, but am just too lazy to make that effort of hitting the "reply" button and typing out my boktobbo.

I got my nails colored today. Bright and shocking pink.

Now that college is coming to an end. I really really want to walk to Delights and order a grilled sandwich while bunking some sociology pass class. I want to sit in the Green benches and watch the people floating around. Maybe admire a bike or two. I want to walk the whole stretch starting from the computer science center via the numerous auditorium steps , the reception, the commerce office area , the bank , the field and go to the canteen.

Just like that. You know.

The winter is over.
Its so hot already.
Howcome people aren't really feeling the hotness as much as I am? I mean people in Calcutta are still going about flaunting their monkey caps and wind cheaters. Why can't they just come to terms with the fact that winter is gone and just move on with their lives. Their lives sans the winter-wear that is.

So I was in class that day, and the H.O.D was REALLY confused about how to set up the schedule for the extra classes and such like. So all he did was to gather up all his documents and shout "I will never come back to teach you people again". That is because people weren't paying him much attention. People were
a> talking about very interesting things like how to wax hairy arms in a jiffy, talking about future plans and suchlike [thats the in-thing,btw, to talk about which institute to go to after graduation]
b> Reading the newspaper.
c> trying to un-twitch their twitched eyebrows, coz , seriously, Our H.O.D has this magnanimous effect on people.
d> sulking about the fact that life is so inglorious.

You don't have to guess what I was doing.
Coz you won't be able to.
I was trying to hold my pee in.

Yes right. I was trying to hold it in, because I don't like the idea of going up to the professor [any professor] and asking to be excused. Like duh, everyone will come to know that I am going to the loo!Thats a shame. Really. Like when I'll be peeing, there will be people who know that I am actually peeing. sheesh. That just plain scares me and makes me insecure.But then most of the people don't really excuse themselves to go to the loo to pee,necessarily. Almost everyone knows that half of the people go to the loo, to talk on the phone. you know, if there is an important call and all, the very second someone's phone starts vibrating , they rush to the professor, get excused, go to the loo , close the door carefully and just talk in hushed whispers.

But all my friends know THAT NO ONE EVER CALLS ME.I hardly receive any calls. [sob]

ok. Digression complete. Back to my story.

So once the professor stormed out of class, we three people[being the nice and goody-two-shoes type of students] ran after him, to the staff room.
To say sorry and just talk about the exams and syllabus and suchlike [though my idea was to go up to him, give him a pat on his shoulder and say. "I know, shit happens"]

BUT, he was not there in the staff room.


So If I were a film editor, I'd have shortened the duration of the shots and increased the number of shots, right at this point, in the story, just to heighten the drama and suspense. But since I've already taken the pains to type out the previous sentence, I hope you get the point about me trying to heighten the drama.

Anyway,

so HOD not in the staff room. All of us surprised.All of a us a wee bit tense[where did he go in such a short time?!]. All of us highly anticipated[adrenalin rushing et all].Me frantically practicing the "shit happens" dialogue" momentarily having forgotten that nature was calling in on me a few minutes ago.The other teacher in the staff room gives us her dose of snide remarks which are a direct result of the fact that once upon a time she used to be this political journalist working for a Bengali News channel[wow] but then she got kicked out and now she is stuck in some overhyped department and she is bored, she is old, she looks like a man and she is frustrated and GODDAMMIT they dint even make her the HOD.

Me, in the mean time was already super excited about the HOD gone missing and was cooking up stories about "HOW the HOD turned into this dust particle"..... when suddenly the loo door opened and he walked out of the loo and started washing his hands.

So bottomline?

He and me both had had the urge to pee.





I am sorry. I just use and exploit this blog to vent out my angst. My readers have to bear with me.