March 21st, 9:54 a.m. Entrance of SH1, IIIT Hyderabad
Humph! Humph! Humph!
Gushes of hot air rushing out of my lungs... heart pounding fast... man! I wondered, what'll happen...
4 minutes, just 4 minutes ago I was fast asleep, engrossed in beautiful dreams, away from the misery that surrounds me in reality for some time... and that's the best part of dreams, they take you away somewhere different and yet familiar, you forget all your worries and start living a different life, even it its just for a small time, and that life has no restrictions, no laws of physics and facts of chemistry. Anything can happen in dreams, and the same anything might have been happening to me. Many people who have had the pleasure to be around me have mentioned that I smile when I'm fast asleep, probably because my other side of life is more like.. how I want it to be... well I have no idea because when I wake up, there's nothing like a solid memory, just a little feeling in my mind here and there that I have been happy recently, probably that's the reason why I like to sleep a lot...
And so.. there I was, lying in my cosy little bed in my dirty small room, when an unpleasant loud scratchy harsh voice reached my ears...
"Oye! Tarang, tu class nahi jaata aaj kal??"
I swung my head to see a voluminous and bulky Motlani standing on the doorway of my room, realizing I had pulled a muscle in the activity...
"Time kya ho raha hai??" I asked hastily...
"9:50 ho gaye hain..."
"Shit shit shit shit..." mar gaya main...
I looked at my mobile phone on my bed, the devil seemed to be mocking me, signalling that I have been happily dismissing all the alarms in my sleep...
"Abe koi baat nahi lite hai... he he he..." There was Motlani spreading his devilish laugh...
"Motlani hat raste main se" irritated me snorted back...
I got up, stuffed my bag with whatever registers I could find at the moment, and ran toward the classroom, about 350 meters away from the hostel, realizing on the way that it'll be better if I talk less today as I hadn't brushed my teeth, well never mind, as far as I get the attendance for this CSO class.
The prof wants us to be on time, once when I was 15 minutes late, I had to bear the torture of the remaining class of 45 minutes, to know that I'll be marked absent as I was patiently watched by him from my entrance till I had occupied my seat. So today I had to do something, to prevent myself being marked absent yet again, costing me a hard earned grade in the course. No I cannot let this happen, I though and ran towards SH1 'procured recently' (this is a reference to something which my batch-mates will understand ;) )...
So there I was standing at the closed entrance to SH1, after 4 minutes, peaking through a thin vent, as the door was not fully close, cool air was coming out of the vent signifying Air Conditioners were upto their work, nice work Meher I thought (Meher is our CR)...
What should I do?? Should I enter?? I stormed my mind for fake excuses but none came out explaining why I had a bag with me... Well I had to wait for an appropriate moment when sir turned his back towards students and thus the doorway...
As I waited each minute appeared as an hour, excitement rising as the prof. used to take attendance in the middle of the class around this time...
What'll happen if he decides to take the attendance now... shit! I couldn't afford to wait any longer...
And then there was a power-cut, now he would come and open the door so as to illuminate the hall... man! what a luck... I stood there hoping and praying that he doesn't come upto the door, as I had no time to move away... and then all of a sudden the room was illuminated again, thank God! I was saved for the moment...
I waited for a few moments again, and I saw him approaching the board, God help me... and yes! he picked up the chalk, this was my moment, I had to rush to occupy the nearest seat... if I get caught... no... I didn't have time to think about it now... now or never...
I opened the door and sneaked in as quietly as I could, oh! no... the f**king door had signaled him... he was turning... I had to duck! shit shit shit...
After a second or so, when he couldn't see anyone, he moved back to writing on the board. haaa... I breathed a sigh of relief... and reached for the nearest seat. Now I had to appear very attentive, if he notices something suspicious... man! that was pretty easy accounted by my past experiences, ...
After finishing what he had started to write he reached towards his desk, towards the attendance sheet... my mind was dancing happily...
After few of the names he shouted Tarang Goyal
Present Sir... Yes! I had made it...
Humph! Humph! Humph!
Gushes of hot air rushing out of my lungs... heart pounding fast... man! I wondered, what'll happen...
4 minutes, just 4 minutes ago I was fast asleep, engrossed in beautiful dreams, away from the misery that surrounds me in reality for some time... and that's the best part of dreams, they take you away somewhere different and yet familiar, you forget all your worries and start living a different life, even it its just for a small time, and that life has no restrictions, no laws of physics and facts of chemistry. Anything can happen in dreams, and the same anything might have been happening to me. Many people who have had the pleasure to be around me have mentioned that I smile when I'm fast asleep, probably because my other side of life is more like.. how I want it to be... well I have no idea because when I wake up, there's nothing like a solid memory, just a little feeling in my mind here and there that I have been happy recently, probably that's the reason why I like to sleep a lot...
And so.. there I was, lying in my cosy little bed in my dirty small room, when an unpleasant loud scratchy harsh voice reached my ears...
"Oye! Tarang, tu class nahi jaata aaj kal??"
I swung my head to see a voluminous and bulky Motlani standing on the doorway of my room, realizing I had pulled a muscle in the activity...
"Time kya ho raha hai??" I asked hastily...
"9:50 ho gaye hain..."
"Shit shit shit shit..." mar gaya main...
I looked at my mobile phone on my bed, the devil seemed to be mocking me, signalling that I have been happily dismissing all the alarms in my sleep...
"Abe koi baat nahi lite hai... he he he..." There was Motlani spreading his devilish laugh...
"Motlani hat raste main se" irritated me snorted back...
I got up, stuffed my bag with whatever registers I could find at the moment, and ran toward the classroom, about 350 meters away from the hostel, realizing on the way that it'll be better if I talk less today as I hadn't brushed my teeth, well never mind, as far as I get the attendance for this CSO class.
The prof wants us to be on time, once when I was 15 minutes late, I had to bear the torture of the remaining class of 45 minutes, to know that I'll be marked absent as I was patiently watched by him from my entrance till I had occupied my seat. So today I had to do something, to prevent myself being marked absent yet again, costing me a hard earned grade in the course. No I cannot let this happen, I though and ran towards SH1 'procured recently' (this is a reference to something which my batch-mates will understand ;) )...
So there I was standing at the closed entrance to SH1, after 4 minutes, peaking through a thin vent, as the door was not fully close, cool air was coming out of the vent signifying Air Conditioners were upto their work, nice work Meher I thought (Meher is our CR)...
What should I do?? Should I enter?? I stormed my mind for fake excuses but none came out explaining why I had a bag with me... Well I had to wait for an appropriate moment when sir turned his back towards students and thus the doorway...
As I waited each minute appeared as an hour, excitement rising as the prof. used to take attendance in the middle of the class around this time...
What'll happen if he decides to take the attendance now... shit! I couldn't afford to wait any longer...
And then there was a power-cut, now he would come and open the door so as to illuminate the hall... man! what a luck... I stood there hoping and praying that he doesn't come upto the door, as I had no time to move away... and then all of a sudden the room was illuminated again, thank God! I was saved for the moment...
I waited for a few moments again, and I saw him approaching the board, God help me... and yes! he picked up the chalk, this was my moment, I had to rush to occupy the nearest seat... if I get caught... no... I didn't have time to think about it now... now or never...
I opened the door and sneaked in as quietly as I could, oh! no... the f**king door had signaled him... he was turning... I had to duck! shit shit shit...
After a second or so, when he couldn't see anyone, he moved back to writing on the board. haaa... I breathed a sigh of relief... and reached for the nearest seat. Now I had to appear very attentive, if he notices something suspicious... man! that was pretty easy accounted by my past experiences, ...
After finishing what he had started to write he reached towards his desk, towards the attendance sheet... my mind was dancing happily...
After few of the names he shouted Tarang Goyal
Present Sir... Yes! I had made it...
