[To the utter delight of those sadists and schadenfreudes, I would like to announce that I am, at this point of time, just too pissed off. And to slake my own sadistic desires, I am engaging myself in pissing you off via this disgruntled epilogue. Thanks to my quicksilver temperament, I actually have no reason to be pissed about. And when I am high, I DO LOVE this bipolar nature of mine.]
Summer of '07: One of the happiest summers of my life marked by some truly exciting adventures which follow-
The first one: I went to meet an asshole batchmate of mine. I was not supposed to alight from the bus there, but I decided I would. And then I decided I wouldn't. And it was at this holy moment that virtues of laziness and procrastination dawned upon me. For the first (and prolly last) time I think to alight from the back door (people board the bus from this door and alight from the front one). Now the driver of the bus and myself are competitively procrastinating. And I win. Yes, he drove off the bus before I could alight. And voila, I experience a fall that fleeces off the skin off my knee, with a lill pout of blood smeared on my shirt and torn pant. Two years hence, I still (very proudly) carry the mark of that gratuitous bravado on my knee.
The second one: My last but one week. For those who don't know, a large area of JNU is covered with dense forest and lush verdure. It didn't take me more than a day to discover some short-cuts through that lovely foliage. We (myself and one of my friends) worked (supposedly) in the day and made our report in the night, and then at around 1-2 am I took that verdant path to my hostel in IIT-Delhi. And then it took about two months to hear about a couple of suicides having taken place there. I very proudly evince the complete lack of fear after hearing this. Two days later, I hear about a couple of murders having taken place there. I get myself a runty Natraj knife and again very proudly evince the complete lack of fear after hearing this. Then one night, I passed through the whole jungle all alone, and was climbing the wall to jump over to the other side. Then it happens- as I hold the bars of the locked gate to climb it, a man in uniform passes by in front of me. We share a (surprised and bummer-where did you come from) glance for a moment or two. And then I find myself ensconsed in the deepest cranny of that jungle for a minute or two. Hoping that man to have gone by now, I emerge out furtively, highly prepared to scuttle back in case of any exigency. Luckily, he is gone. As I jump over the wall, cross the road and walk a few steps, a patrol jeep comes flashing its light. This was one of those rarest of the rare moments - I felt lucky - that I didn't jump in front of them. I then walk a few hundred meters more and reach the closed gates of IIT-D. I must admit that I loved this moment - jumping over this 10 foot high wall near the gate. The jump is followed by a few shambled steps to my room. I had a lovely sleep that night.
The third one: I didn't go to my lab and slept in my sweltering room throughout the day. I wake up at 1600 hrs to find myself soaked in sweat. I have no clue what to do now, and in the next 30 minutes I find myself sitting in a bus bound to Noida (yes, I am crazy). I pass some idle hours roving in Shipra mall. At around 2200 hrs, get a bus bound to Delhi. I don't know where to alight, and keep sitting. I get a bit twitchy to find just me in the whole bus. I alight at the lastest stop. It's 0000 hrs now. I have absolutely no clue at which place I am in Delhi. And I can't find even a single soul to ask about the same. Being clueless, I pick the widest and most lightened road and begin trodding. Then a car stops in front of me. I am a bit jumpy now. I guy calls me out. I approach him. Then he asks one of the most stupidest questions I have ever heard. In the middle of nowhere, at about 0030 hrs, he asked me,"Bhaiya, ye Qutub Minar kahan par hai bata sakte hain?" (Can you tell me where Qutub Minar is?) I almost asked him for a snap of his to enrich my assortment of wierdiest humans on this earth.
PS: This was just an overture. As privy is my nature, all I can say that I have never had such a long tenure of exciting days. Won't disclose much.
Summer of '07: One of the happiest summers of my life marked by some truly exciting adventures which follow-
The first one: I went to meet an asshole batchmate of mine. I was not supposed to alight from the bus there, but I decided I would. And then I decided I wouldn't. And it was at this holy moment that virtues of laziness and procrastination dawned upon me. For the first (and prolly last) time I think to alight from the back door (people board the bus from this door and alight from the front one). Now the driver of the bus and myself are competitively procrastinating. And I win. Yes, he drove off the bus before I could alight. And voila, I experience a fall that fleeces off the skin off my knee, with a lill pout of blood smeared on my shirt and torn pant. Two years hence, I still (very proudly) carry the mark of that gratuitous bravado on my knee.
The second one: My last but one week. For those who don't know, a large area of JNU is covered with dense forest and lush verdure. It didn't take me more than a day to discover some short-cuts through that lovely foliage. We (myself and one of my friends) worked (supposedly) in the day and made our report in the night, and then at around 1-2 am I took that verdant path to my hostel in IIT-Delhi. And then it took about two months to hear about a couple of suicides having taken place there. I very proudly evince the complete lack of fear after hearing this. Two days later, I hear about a couple of murders having taken place there. I get myself a runty Natraj knife and again very proudly evince the complete lack of fear after hearing this. Then one night, I passed through the whole jungle all alone, and was climbing the wall to jump over to the other side. Then it happens- as I hold the bars of the locked gate to climb it, a man in uniform passes by in front of me. We share a (surprised and bummer-where did you come from) glance for a moment or two. And then I find myself ensconsed in the deepest cranny of that jungle for a minute or two. Hoping that man to have gone by now, I emerge out furtively, highly prepared to scuttle back in case of any exigency. Luckily, he is gone. As I jump over the wall, cross the road and walk a few steps, a patrol jeep comes flashing its light. This was one of those rarest of the rare moments - I felt lucky - that I didn't jump in front of them. I then walk a few hundred meters more and reach the closed gates of IIT-D. I must admit that I loved this moment - jumping over this 10 foot high wall near the gate. The jump is followed by a few shambled steps to my room. I had a lovely sleep that night.
The third one: I didn't go to my lab and slept in my sweltering room throughout the day. I wake up at 1600 hrs to find myself soaked in sweat. I have no clue what to do now, and in the next 30 minutes I find myself sitting in a bus bound to Noida (yes, I am crazy). I pass some idle hours roving in Shipra mall. At around 2200 hrs, get a bus bound to Delhi. I don't know where to alight, and keep sitting. I get a bit twitchy to find just me in the whole bus. I alight at the lastest stop. It's 0000 hrs now. I have absolutely no clue at which place I am in Delhi. And I can't find even a single soul to ask about the same. Being clueless, I pick the widest and most lightened road and begin trodding. Then a car stops in front of me. I am a bit jumpy now. I guy calls me out. I approach him. Then he asks one of the most stupidest questions I have ever heard. In the middle of nowhere, at about 0030 hrs, he asked me,"Bhaiya, ye Qutub Minar kahan par hai bata sakte hain?" (Can you tell me where Qutub Minar is?) I almost asked him for a snap of his to enrich my assortment of wierdiest humans on this earth.
PS: This was just an overture. As privy is my nature, all I can say that I have never had such a long tenure of exciting days. Won't disclose much.
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write something on singapore also bro.
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