Aate Jaate, Hanste Gaate

There are times when I completely lose my head. I go loony. Shouting, screaming, being impossible, jumping, running around, talking nonsense. At such times I am glad to be in college. I think I have finally become used to my new college. The snobbish department next door no longer seems as intimidating. Hopefully will grow to love the place soon.

Seating people facing each other in the metro is an awful idea. You constantly have some jerk or the other staring at you. gah!

Progress Report: cute guy (referred to in the previous post's comments) sat next to me in the bus today. No talk other than the polite hello. I still don't know his name :(

It happens!

There are times when you try and act really smart. And then the plan backfires. It is quite hilarious when it happens in movies. But, when it happens to you, it can be... quite hilarious for the rest of the world.

Last day of college before holi and I knew I would be in for some colours. Strategy to be adopted was simple. Wear old clothes, old enough to not mind giving them up and yet wearable to college. Spectacles in place of lenses, old watch. Dressed in a well worn out cotton suit, I reached college in the bus. As some of you may know, cotton when well worn out has a tendency to tear easily. Yep. As I was stepping out of the bus, the guy behind me stepped on my kurta and as i moved forward I heard the sound of cloth ripping. That was followed by a hurried sorry and by the time I was done examining the damage, the guy was gone.

Spent the day dressed in a purple salwar and an orangish kurta that a friend got from her hostel. When it was finally time to play with all the gulal, i had to run around the campus shouting "Maangey huey kapde hain, chodd do!"

Bak Bak

There are days when I have an unstoppable urge to blabber. That is, blabber more than I usually do. Keep speaking non-stop. This is accompanied by sudden breaking into song and dance.

Today was such a day. The first victim was my copassenger on the bus to college. She usually speaks more than I do, but today was my chance to get even. Didn't let the poor thing study for a test she had in less than an hour and now to think of it, I forgot to ask how she fared in it. That is what happens when you are busy making funny faces at little kids and trying to preempt what the next announcement in the metro is going to be. But that was at 4 after a two hour marathon class on finance management. Anyone could have gone mad.

Other instances of this unusual behaviour included gup-shup on the phone with a friend who remarked on how happy I sounded, constant commentary of the nonsensical variety during the lectures (sitting on the front seat, mind you), running around the college campus and even singing "hum to jhola utha ke chale" while dancing my way towards class carrying my phatela jhola, which, by the way, is on the verge of collapse.

Hope those who suffered me today are alive and well!