11.25 am. Yours Truly (henceforth referred to as YT in this post) has just walked down from one class to the other. at Ghalib auditorium now, with 5 minutes to spare. not bad, huh? now for the class pass. YT opens the jhola, looks in. then looks around. then ruffles through stuff. then smacks her head. forgot to take the pass sheet out of the other module. bother! now what? that cranky old man at the door won't let her in without making a fuss.
a not so strange stranger comes to rescue. he's been around in quite a few classes and smiles everytime he catches YT's eye. "hey...don't worry. take my pass. i got an extra." sweet. he gets an extra wide grin.
once in, wait for the class to start. soon, VG is on screen. YT is all attention. no talking. at all. ofcourse the fact YT doesn't have many of her people there has little to do with that. 2 hours, all diligence. except just this once, when YT doses off for a li'l while. hey..don't judge. slept at 2.30 am, got up 5.30 am. WHO wouldn't?! and just ten minutes. then the cramp in the neck. ouch. so anyway, now awake, pops a gum in her mouth. chew chew chew. the exercise helps keep the sleep at bay.
then...
disaster strikes. in the form of...
...
...
a yawn. yes. you read it right.
one yawn, and it all goes wrong.
the gum falls out, right into those beautiful black tresses that YT had washed at 2 am last night.bloody hell indeed. and...it gets stuck there, in a lock.
ofcourse, panic! what now??
scissors?? no...
knife?? no...
anyone who can help? no...
think think... oh yeah. tissues in the bag.
gets one out. takes out as big a gob as possible, wraps and throws. then goes to the washroom, and spends the next 20 mins washing away the gum. and the remnants. laugh all you like, you sadists. but the efforts pay. finally, victory. just as the rest of the people start arriving. thank god no one notices. though bet many wonder who is the bespectacled wild haired chick monopolizing the only working sink. sigh. torture over, on the way back.
once outside, YT can finally see the funny side of it. is just laughing to herself when Geeko, ie Dev, calls. tells him about it. has him rolling around, laughing like a madman for good ten minutes. then general talk follows.
now, while talking, notices 2 of her batchmates walking a few steps ahead of her. one of them is pretty cute, and also assumed to be a fellow metro traveller, YT unintentionally starts following them, thinking they are taking a shorter way to the station. all the time jabbering on the phone.
suddenly it hits home...THEY ARE AT THE LOCAL RAILWAY STATION!!! Whhatttt?? where?! how?
and the way out?! damn! tells geeko about it, expecting sympathy. the only answer-- another spasm of laughter. and ofcourse, those patent, lame wisecracks. His Highness is kicked by the idea that all this is happening LIVE and he is getting a running commentary. thats men for you.
but hey...YT isn't to be underestimated. ever. she finds her way, somehow. and discovers a new shortcut in the process. not to mention the wonderful walk. so yeah...back on track, at the metro station, and back home.
once home,
mum- how was the day? anything interesting?
YT- oh, the usual. nothing new.
a not so strange stranger comes to rescue. he's been around in quite a few classes and smiles everytime he catches YT's eye. "hey...don't worry. take my pass. i got an extra." sweet. he gets an extra wide grin.
once in, wait for the class to start. soon, VG is on screen. YT is all attention. no talking. at all. ofcourse the fact YT doesn't have many of her people there has little to do with that. 2 hours, all diligence. except just this once, when YT doses off for a li'l while. hey..don't judge. slept at 2.30 am, got up 5.30 am. WHO wouldn't?! and just ten minutes. then the cramp in the neck. ouch. so anyway, now awake, pops a gum in her mouth. chew chew chew. the exercise helps keep the sleep at bay.
then...
disaster strikes. in the form of...
...
...
a yawn. yes. you read it right.
one yawn, and it all goes wrong.
the gum falls out, right into those beautiful black tresses that YT had washed at 2 am last night.bloody hell indeed. and...it gets stuck there, in a lock.
ofcourse, panic! what now??
scissors?? no...
knife?? no...
anyone who can help? no...
think think... oh yeah. tissues in the bag.
gets one out. takes out as big a gob as possible, wraps and throws. then goes to the washroom, and spends the next 20 mins washing away the gum. and the remnants. laugh all you like, you sadists. but the efforts pay. finally, victory. just as the rest of the people start arriving. thank god no one notices. though bet many wonder who is the bespectacled wild haired chick monopolizing the only working sink. sigh. torture over, on the way back.
once outside, YT can finally see the funny side of it. is just laughing to herself when Geeko, ie Dev, calls. tells him about it. has him rolling around, laughing like a madman for good ten minutes. then general talk follows.
now, while talking, notices 2 of her batchmates walking a few steps ahead of her. one of them is pretty cute, and also assumed to be a fellow metro traveller, YT unintentionally starts following them, thinking they are taking a shorter way to the station. all the time jabbering on the phone.
suddenly it hits home...THEY ARE AT THE LOCAL RAILWAY STATION!!! Whhatttt?? where?! how?
and the way out?! damn! tells geeko about it, expecting sympathy. the only answer-- another spasm of laughter. and ofcourse, those patent, lame wisecracks. His Highness is kicked by the idea that all this is happening LIVE and he is getting a running commentary. thats men for you.
but hey...YT isn't to be underestimated. ever. she finds her way, somehow. and discovers a new shortcut in the process. not to mention the wonderful walk. so yeah...back on track, at the metro station, and back home.
once home,
mum- how was the day? anything interesting?
YT- oh, the usual. nothing new.
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The font!! >_<
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