Time for mixed feelings ....

Its the time of the year when I don't know what is worse, going back to the tightly scheduled college life or staying in contact with friends only in the virtual world, of course texts and calls included... I can always hang out with my friends at the nearby mall but seriously without the chalk dust and the common enemy, i.e. the teacher, that meeting isn't as much fun...

Those silly comments that are shooted from every corner of the class on the unsuspecting teacher to inflict insult and sometimes just to prove that we can outwit them while they behave as watchdogs trying to locate the source to figure out who the nasty commenter was!! As they try to nail the culprit, we see the clocks tick, wasting the precious minutes of the lecture, while teacher is desperate to pour his last night's mugging onto us so that he doesn't has to spend one more night on it ...


That deliberately raising some silly doubt, asking some very obvious thing as question to make everyone laugh and defending the doubt raiser as the teacher calls him foolish, sometimes to just break the monotony of the boring lecture or to test the knowledge and confidence of the teacher..

Playing 'BOLLYWOOD' or 'word building' or 'zeroes n crosses' or 'joining dots' or even 'Bingo' in the class as the teacher scribbles on the blackboard and hiding the notebooks as they come to inspect if we are following...

That listening to the iPod as we prefer music to their strangely pronounced concepts while the cords are concealed very carefully to escape the prying eyes of the monsters... Mimicking their strange accents as we ask questions, again to generate a roar of laughter among the crowd... As the restless beast races to-and-fro like a pendulum about their mean position, we giggle at our achievements...;)

Engaging in talks with your buddy just in time to make him miss his roll call.. Or shout out loud-"YES SIR" in chorus, when some friend's roll number is called out and laugh out loud as the flustered moron looks around to find a weak link to nail down... :D

That deliberately coming late to the class to escape some of the torturous minutes in the beginning and then wasting a few more minutes arguing with the angried bull on why we should be let in.. The one who is able to make his way inside is congratulated and looked up to while the one who didn't brags of saving himself from the lecture and yet gambling on his luck...


As I sit and think of all the good times we spend there I wanna go and join the college, but still some lazy being in me tries to hold me back and I am still wondering whether to jump onto the battleground or still wait and rest...

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