Sunday, August 26, 2012

Drugs, Disgust, Thirst

*A short write up i did for an Anti-Drug Campaign*

The intention of two boys entering the same toilet in a sleeper class compartment was definitely not to take a leak. The train had been stopped for over an hour in the middle of a village area. Looking out the train i see a village boy with hardly any clothes on walking towards the public tap. Just then I hear a thud and the two boys were coming out of the toilet, one of them wiping away the traces of cocaine they had just snorted up their noses. Over the high of the cocaine, one of them opened a bottle of cold Aquafina and started pouring it down his own head and throwing away half of the bottle out the train. Out of disgust I slowly get out of the train, and there I see that the village boy is in a sitting position under the public water tap waiting and hoping for water to at least drip down the tap.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Qualifying Bus Drivers

I am going to tell you people a story. A story that happened in an engineering college
in kerala.
*all events and characters used in this story are totally fictitious. Any
resemblance to persons living, dead or better dead than alive is purely
unintentional. For entertainment use only*

Lets call this engineering college "FISh thAT"College of Engineering and Technology.
Unlike all the other engineering colleges in kerala FISh thAT makes sure its bus
drivers are well qualified rather than just a drivers licence and good at abusing
people who overtake them.

A certain department in this college was very different from the rest of the
departments in the college.
The HOD was bald because he used that hair to make a goatee(why should students
have all the fun?).
The teachers are 3 times attepted and failed "are you smarter than a fifth grader?"
contestants.(indian version-Kya Aap Paanchvi Pass Se Tez Hain?) One such teacher
was a pass out of the same college...thinking why would someone do such a thing?
please dont. There are some questions that even google cannot answer. She was
assigned the group advisor(class teacher) of a certain class. OK...lets leave her alone
for now.

There was another group advisor for the same class who has majority of her classes
during the first hour of the day. On one such day, a group of students came to the
class late(very natural). As usual their bus was late and the teacher had finished with
the attendance. At the end of the hour on this particular day she refused to give
them attendance.
This came to the notice of the HOD(same as described before) and the new rule was
passed on to the class through the teacher(the pass-out).

RULE:In case you be late to class during the first hour and you miss your attendance
because your bus was running late, you shall get the attendance but you will have to
get a letter signed by the driver.

Thats about it guys.
Who knows how many of these drivers even know how to place signs. Then what are
the students supposed to carry with them? Stamp Pads?

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Blank Paper

Five exams down, and this was my last one. The only one I wish can walk out the exam hall early without having to submit a blank paper with just my name and roll number in it. The last five exams were more of a routine, which was to write down my name, sign the attendance sheet, get out and smoke. But today I had in head the answers to two important short answer questions and in my underwear the answer to one important essay type question. Tough chance of leaving the exam hall submitting an empty paper today. I'm full of energy and have no idea where it was all coming from. Whenever someone is excited about something that is going to happen, all of a sudden everything around the person is so beautiful, bright and in High Definition(1080p).

For a normal person, such a situation with a bit of paper hid somewhere in his body would have been a really tensing one, but for me it wasn't due to years of experience, though it was starting to itch a bit underneath. And I know I'd have to take the paper out only if a question on 'Power Supply' was to come.

The corridor was filled with repeated chanting of equations and other “greek to me” stuff and in certain areas even group chanting with eyes closed. Normally i never get to see all this because at this point I would have been at the canteen having my regular cup of coffee, but today i was the first one to be seated in the exam hall.

15 minutes later,

Oh God.! This is Shit.
What a screwed up question paper and i had no idea what I was doing still sitting there. I somehow wanted to write something in the paper before I left. But in no way am I able to understand a word written in the question paper and to hell the word 'Power Supply' wasn't there. I put my head down trying to remember one of the short answers. After a while the motherboard parts slowly starting coming into my head. Pulled myself up and started writing really fast. Half a page of all the motherboard components and I was out.


I walked out of the college building and towards the bike parking. Just as i started my bike, i saw her running towards me. She was the one i dream of every night, and every night she would be dressed in red, like a porcelain doll doing nothing but just standing there looking at me. I turned the ignition off as she was getting nearer. Took a quick look at the rear view mirror for a hair check.

“Hey, could you give me a lift to the nearing bus stop?” she asked with a pretty smile.

It was a simple question but i was too immersed in her smile that i forgot the answer.

“Hello? You okay?” she asked.

“Yea. Hop in”

Wow. I didn't understand why she needed a lift to the bus stop which was hardly 500 meters from the college. Maybe she was in a hurry.
When my bike left the college gates she put her hands around my waist. I didn't know where this was going but one thing was for sure, I was in no hurry.
When we reached the bus stop, she got down and put her hand above mine which rested on the bike handle and looked straight into my eyes. I know it was time for me to make the next move, and just when I opened my mouth to tell her that I loved her she stopped me and she shouted out

The bus stand had disappeared and the blank white answer sheet appeared in front of me.

Oh Damn, Its the routine again.!