The alarm rings at 5:30 without fail like it does every day. That’s the time when I should get my lazy ass off the bed and get it onto the toilet seat.(Lolz).Anyway, that doesn't happen until almost 8 when I finally tell my weak brain that it's time to go or you're gonna be late for college. With groggy eyes, I start scanning the newspaper; beginning with the sports page which is at the end of the main sheet; and moving slowly forward, as would an Arab reading an Arabic text. Once this chore is done, I get into the shower, do whatever it takes to make myself feel cleaner than I was before and get out feeling better.
Selecting what I wear is not really fun, though I do manage to surprise myself occasionally by finding a tee that I've never seen before. I then glance into the mirror. Satisfied with my appearance(sadly the mirror didn't crack), I stuff whatever I need into my run-of-the-mill bag, and get going downstairs, where the maid has half liter of milk and protein powder ready( On days when I'm good and I do get up early, I have a bowl of muesli with milk in addition to the usual).Gulping the milk and wolfing down the muesli as soon as I can, I don a clean pair of socks, get on my faithful rebok trainers and I'm out!
You might say that I am now a man on a mission. Nah! I'm just another engineering student going to college, not to get some useful stuff into my head mind you, I'm going solely because I need to sit for 75 percent of the lectures(A real good attitude to have don't you think?)And yeah, part of my plan for the day apart from just physically being present in the lectures is to chat up as many chicks as I can in college, on the way, basically wherever I get the chance. I’m damn good at this! Anyway, I reach college at 9 usually. I sit for the lectures in which I begin boring my friends to death with my far-fetched tales. My tales keep getting taller and taller and every damn day my friends resolve harder not to believe a word of what I'm saying. To them, anything that comes outta my mouth is miles away from the truth. Anyway, we somehow manage to plod through most of the lectures. In a couple of the lectures, we have to try hard not to fall asleep. Data Compression and Encryption wins hands down in the most-powerful-sleep-inducing-lecture competition! One fifteen on the clock signals the end of an era almost, that’s how long it feels sometimes.
We then march towards one of the empty tutorial rooms, a place which we fondly call the “Dining Room” for obvious reasons. A nice shared lunch replenishes all the energy which we exhausted in sleeping and chatting in the classroom, not to mention the pain we take to make the arduous journey all the way to Vasai and climbing up three flights of stairs all the way to the classroom! The rest of the break is spent in whiling away time discussing nothing in particular or, like I mentioned earlier, chatting up pretty girls.
Two-o-clock on my watch signals the end of what should have been a really long session. Anyway, as the practicals beckon us to attend, we make our way to one of our ramshackle labs, rooms in which we sometimes do useful work; otherwise most of the time is spent in brushing up our clerical skills. If there’s anything that I’ve learnt in these last four years, it’s how to become a first class clerk or secretary. Since it’s the final year, no practical session lasts longer than two hours. And if it happens to be Tuesday, like it is today, then the practicals are all the more fun because the professor (at least that’s what he considers himself to be or rather what those who’ve hired him consider him to be) is the lamest person I’ve ever met and has not the foggiest about the subject he’s about to teach, which has a charming little name-Discrete Time Signal Processing. Anyway, this time is put to good use watching movies behind his back (BOLT was excellent and so was Monica Belluci’s Malena). You pretty much get the picture.
Four-o-clock on my watch is the end of a highly productive day at college.
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