Final assignment for the ART 105 course. Do watch and comment.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Kinetic Horse Rajputana
Galaxy '09 - Rajputana Team Structures included two of these brilliantly modelled kinetic horses
A Day in the Life of an ATM
ART 105:Introduction to video making
Assignment 3 - A Day in the Life of an ATM
Assignment 3 - A Day in the Life of an ATM
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Abdul
"How-many-times-have-I-told-you-mediocrity-in-work-is-something-I-cannot-stand!" Every word was punctuated with a sharp rap on his knuckles with the wooden scale. Wincing with every strike, 12 year old Abdul stood trembling before his master. "S-sorr...I...I'm reall-ly...sor-sorry, sir,"stammered the boy whose cheeks were streaked with tears. Blinking the water from his pale-green eyes, Abdul said beseechingly,"It...It...won't...happen ag-again." His master moved his face close to his and said with disgust,"Sorry. That's all I get to hear. But no improvement. Now one of these days I'm going to...." Master raised his hand once again, but threw away the scale in frustration. "Oh just get out of my sight!" Cringing, Abdul stumbled out of the room.
He didn't look back. Didn't bother with his chappals. He just pelted out of the house. Abdul ran. Ran without a second look at his favourite shop owned by Salim agha. How he used to love to look at all the different coloured chocolates, toffees and lollipops on display. Salim agha used to allow him to sit in the shop to watch the cricket matches and even slipped him a candy or two sometimes. But Abdul ran. Without a thought of the mud that now streaked his white pyjamas.
Abdul didn't stop till he reached the wall. It was his favourite spot. Whenever he desired solitude he came to the wall which overlooked the sea. He was panting and sniffling. His breath came in short bursts. He wasn't crying now but there were tell-tale marks on his cheeks. His eyes were red and so were his knuckles. Chapped and stinging.
There was a sudden clap of thunder and raindrops fell from the heavens. The sun hid under the turbid firmament. His green kurta flapped as the wind escalated to a gale. The drizzle soon turned into a downpour. The sea rose to meet the sky. Giant waves crashed on the rocks below. Abdul was drenched, right from his skullcap to his muddy toes.
The steady pitter-patter soothed him. The smell of the wet earth was consoling.
He closed his eyes as the wind whistled in his ears. The sea roared in defiance of the heavens. Veins of lightning lined the belly of the gods. But even as the world around him rose in a tumultuous din, Abdul felt a strange sense of calmness. There was a numbness that cloaked his pain.
The pain of being constantly accused of unsatisfactory work, the pain of being constantly berated, the pain of rejection. The pain that there was not one person in the whole world who even cared about his existence. No one. The pain that he still could not comprehend why ammi had left him a dark alley when he was just a year old. Just when he had learnt to say his first word - ammi.
Although a good domestic help, Abdul was still a kid. At times he would be caught looking out of the window at the colourful kites being flown by the neighbouring children. But he wasn't destined for such things. Abdul was a servant, meant to live his life in servile obedience.
The rain came down in torrents. Trees swayed in the harsh wind. Leaves were washed of dirt and dust that had lined them the past many weeks. The rain had cleansed Abdul's feet too. The downpour had wiped every trace of tears from his face. His eyes were still closed. His lips broke into a smile. Troubles that creased his forehead were lost in the wind.
He lifted his hands, enjoying the feeling. He felt the warmth that no one had given him before. Someone did care. Where society had given him the cold shoulder, Nature had embraced him.
Abdul had to return to Master's now. Otherwise his absence will be noticed. He was sure the roof above the kitchen was leaking. He sighed. Abdul was still shackled to this existence that he disliked so much. Yet, Abdul felt at peace. He was still a mere servant but Nature had set him free.
He didn't look back. Didn't bother with his chappals. He just pelted out of the house. Abdul ran. Ran without a second look at his favourite shop owned by Salim agha. How he used to love to look at all the different coloured chocolates, toffees and lollipops on display. Salim agha used to allow him to sit in the shop to watch the cricket matches and even slipped him a candy or two sometimes. But Abdul ran. Without a thought of the mud that now streaked his white pyjamas.
Abdul didn't stop till he reached the wall. It was his favourite spot. Whenever he desired solitude he came to the wall which overlooked the sea. He was panting and sniffling. His breath came in short bursts. He wasn't crying now but there were tell-tale marks on his cheeks. His eyes were red and so were his knuckles. Chapped and stinging.
There was a sudden clap of thunder and raindrops fell from the heavens. The sun hid under the turbid firmament. His green kurta flapped as the wind escalated to a gale. The drizzle soon turned into a downpour. The sea rose to meet the sky. Giant waves crashed on the rocks below. Abdul was drenched, right from his skullcap to his muddy toes.
The steady pitter-patter soothed him. The smell of the wet earth was consoling.
He closed his eyes as the wind whistled in his ears. The sea roared in defiance of the heavens. Veins of lightning lined the belly of the gods. But even as the world around him rose in a tumultuous din, Abdul felt a strange sense of calmness. There was a numbness that cloaked his pain.
The pain of being constantly accused of unsatisfactory work, the pain of being constantly berated, the pain of rejection. The pain that there was not one person in the whole world who even cared about his existence. No one. The pain that he still could not comprehend why ammi had left him a dark alley when he was just a year old. Just when he had learnt to say his first word - ammi.
Although a good domestic help, Abdul was still a kid. At times he would be caught looking out of the window at the colourful kites being flown by the neighbouring children. But he wasn't destined for such things. Abdul was a servant, meant to live his life in servile obedience.
The rain came down in torrents. Trees swayed in the harsh wind. Leaves were washed of dirt and dust that had lined them the past many weeks. The rain had cleansed Abdul's feet too. The downpour had wiped every trace of tears from his face. His eyes were still closed. His lips broke into a smile. Troubles that creased his forehead were lost in the wind.
He lifted his hands, enjoying the feeling. He felt the warmth that no one had given him before. Someone did care. Where society had given him the cold shoulder, Nature had embraced him.
Abdul had to return to Master's now. Otherwise his absence will be noticed. He was sure the roof above the kitchen was leaking. He sighed. Abdul was still shackled to this existence that he disliked so much. Yet, Abdul felt at peace. He was still a mere servant but Nature had set him free.
Monday, November 17, 2008
All I Want Is You To Waste Your Time With Me
Two bands, two brilliant songs, awesome lyrics. Just had to show it to you guys.
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All I Want Is You
U2
You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want
Your story to remain untold
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You say youll give me
A highway with no one on it
Treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night
You say youll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night
You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold
All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You...all I want is...
You...all I want is...
You...all I want is...
You...
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Waste
All I Want Is You
U2
You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want
Your story to remain untold
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You say youll give me
A highway with no one on it
Treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night
You say youll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night
You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold
All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
You...all I want is...
You...all I want is...
You...all I want is...
You...
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Waste
Phish
Don't want to be an actor pretending on the stage
Don't want to be a writer with my thoughts out on the page
Don't want to be a painter 'cause everyone comes to look
Don't want to be anything where my life's an open book
A dream, it's true. But I'd see it through,
If I could be wasting my time with you.
Don't want to be a farmer working in the sun
Don't want to be an outlaw always on the run
Don't want to be a climber reaching for the top
Don't want to be anything where I don't know when to stop
A dream, it's true. But I'd see it through,
If I could be wasting my time with you.
So if I'm inside your head,
Don't believe what you might have read
You'll see what I might have said, to hear it
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
Don't want to be a writer with my thoughts out on the page
Don't want to be a painter 'cause everyone comes to look
Don't want to be anything where my life's an open book
A dream, it's true. But I'd see it through,
If I could be wasting my time with you.
Don't want to be a farmer working in the sun
Don't want to be an outlaw always on the run
Don't want to be a climber reaching for the top
Don't want to be anything where I don't know when to stop
A dream, it's true. But I'd see it through,
If I could be wasting my time with you.
So if I'm inside your head,
Don't believe what you might have read
You'll see what I might have said, to hear it
Come waste your time with me
Come waste your time with me
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Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Parvaaz The Third
Check out the latest Parvaaz, the magazine of Hall 2, IIT Kanpur. Comments and suggestions are welcome.
www.iitk.ac.in/hall2/parvaaz3.pdf
www.iitk.ac.in/hall2/parvaaz3.pdf
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Doodle Dawdle
Exams are coming up, so obviously I have a lot of time on my hands ;). So I've decided to exhibit what I actually end up filling my notebooks with - meaningless doodles.
The cutting edge humour of today's youth...
...not particularly enjoyed by my creations
Splitting headache
Stuff of daydreams
Speak hands for me...
Reason for premature baldness in
the country
Osama lets the cat out of the bag
You, by now
The cutting edge humour of today's youth...
...not particularly enjoyed by my creations
Splitting headache
Stuff of daydreams
Speak hands for me...
Reason for premature baldness in
the country
Osama lets the cat out of the bag
You, by now
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
You know you are in IITK when...
Yes, yes. Very clichéd. But Ashish and I liked it. So here's a quick guide for all those who wonder......
You know you're in IITK when:
1] The single most used, most abused word that encapsulates life here is.......< *drumroll*>...... "frust". You are so frustrated with the length of the word frustrated because you use it so many frustrating times that you get frustrated and end up making a short form of the word so you don't get frustrated saying frustrated all the time. Wasn't that frustrating? :P
But seriously, here you are frust with acads, frust with mess food, frust with the profs, frust with your wingie for not returning your set square which you need in TA Lab and it's already 10:05 and you're gonna be late, frust with the dhobi banging on your door all the time(dhobi:bhaiya, kapde! me: kaun $^@*($#&), frust at the lack of the fairer sex, frust at the bad water supply when you finally decide to have a bath after a week, frust with the ^&%#ing peacocks waking you up in the morning, frust with all the thousand little things that you have to do to survive(bills, study notes, recharge, smelly clothes, pending assignments etc. etc. etc.).
2]A person who has a bath more than once a week is looked upon with amazement(Wasting water, the ^%$$&*^$!).
3]People either have really long hair or no hair at all(Either way, they look like dorks, so what the hell).
4]The most abused thing on campus are our alarm clocks that are inhumanly thrown/rattled in rage(STOP RINGING *$^$(&*) or just completely ignored. Here's what an IITian usually goes through in the morning:
At 7am
a. Alarm rings.
b. Ignore.
c. When the sound refuses to abate, press snooze.
d. Enjoy blissful sleep for the next 5 minutes.
e. Alarm rings again. Go back to b.
f. Continue steps a-e till it's 9:55am and you have to get up anyway because you have a lab that cannot be bunked sadly.
g. If by any chance, it's past 10, go back to sleep(I mean, aren't you a man of principles? You either attend on time or not at all).
5] There is no such thing as a 'routine'. Impulsiveness is the way of life. A trip to the library is very very very easily diverted to a trip to the canteen on seeing some friends(definition of friend: any familiar face is good enough). Dinner at 2am, sleep at 4am, breakfast at 11am, tennis/badminton/tt/cricket anytime. Notice the complete absence of studies.
6] One of the most common jokes you hear is about the 'male frustration coefficient': the ratio of peacocks to girls on campus which remains constant at about 117.12. Guys masquerading as girls online, making fake Orkut profiles to trick other guys is commonplace here. A guy may not get noticed even if he wins a ^$*$ing Nobel but a girl breaking her sandal is front page news.
7]The best place in the whole campus is the canteen. A place you go to at least thrice a day. The mess food is inedible to say the least with people choking on bones and rubbery rotis(what's for lunch in the mess today? rubber pani(some paneer gravy dish) and rock hard rotis that should be used in commercials of toothpastes{look how strong this toothpaste made our teeth, we can BITE this!}).<------Nice brackets rite?;) A trip to the canteen with an empty wallet doesn't mean you'll come out with an empty stomach, you have benevolent seniors and kind-hearted peers who HAVE made the mistake of bringing their wallets and they shall gladly finance your meal. Also an awesome excuse to stop studying during exams(I'm soooooooooooooo frust with acads. Canteen!).
8] Inter-college fests are a time when the entire campus undergoes a major face lift. Antaragni: four days when we see strange species otherwise extinct on campus. Female Bipedal primates belonging to the mammalian species Homo Sapiens, also referred to as nain sukh prapti or eye-candy. Freshers and seniors alike try their luck at "The Quest": To get a person of the fairer sex to talk to you. A successful conversation could be something like:
Guy looking glassy eyed and overwhelmed by the sheer tidal force of the beauty around him. Summoning courage, he walks up to a solitary ravishing female.
Glassy Eyed IITian: Ummmm, soooooo, excuse me.....
Pulchritudinous girl: Yeah?
GEI: Welllll(much to his chagrin, realizing that his otherwise reliable mental faculties are not responding here), are you enjoying Antaragni?
PG: It's good enough, I guess.
GEI: So....(looks left and right for inspiration)....(sees a hoarding for AIDS awareness)...AIDS huh? It would suck having that.
PG: (pretty abashed) What?
GEI: No I meant the shade, it's too sunny here, let's stand under AIDS, I mean the shade. (Sweat glands working in overdrive)
PG: Uh, actually I had to go and meet my college friends...
GEI: No wait, there was something else, uhhh well, your hair....it is really long and uhhh black.....
PG: OK......
GEI: No I mean really, it's so black, like black paint or shoe polish you know. It's like, long, black and straight. Did you dye it today?
PG: OK, I REALLY have to leave now. Uhhh, bye, I guess.
GEI: Sure, see you around...
PG:(mutters under her breath) I hope not, sheesh!
Did I say successful conversation? Yes, because at the end of the day, our GEI goes back and flaunts this conversation to his friends, with "minor" changes of course.....
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Comments are welcome!
You know you're in IITK when:
1] The single most used, most abused word that encapsulates life here is.......< *drumroll*>...... "frust". You are so frustrated with the length of the word frustrated because you use it so many frustrating times that you get frustrated and end up making a short form of the word so you don't get frustrated saying frustrated all the time. Wasn't that frustrating? :P
But seriously, here you are frust with acads, frust with mess food, frust with the profs, frust with your wingie for not returning your set square which you need in TA Lab and it's already 10:05 and you're gonna be late, frust with the dhobi banging on your door all the time(dhobi:bhaiya, kapde! me: kaun $^@*($#&), frust at the lack of the fairer sex, frust at the bad water supply when you finally decide to have a bath after a week, frust with the ^&%#ing peacocks waking you up in the morning, frust with all the thousand little things that you have to do to survive(bills, study notes, recharge, smelly clothes, pending assignments etc. etc. etc.).
2]A person who has a bath more than once a week is looked upon with amazement(Wasting water, the ^%$$&*^$!).
3]People either have really long hair or no hair at all(Either way, they look like dorks, so what the hell).
4]The most abused thing on campus are our alarm clocks that are inhumanly thrown/rattled in rage(STOP RINGING *$^$(&*) or just completely ignored. Here's what an IITian usually goes through in the morning:
At 7am
a. Alarm rings.
b. Ignore.
c. When the sound refuses to abate, press snooze.
d. Enjoy blissful sleep for the next 5 minutes.
e. Alarm rings again. Go back to b.
f. Continue steps a-e till it's 9:55am and you have to get up anyway because you have a lab that cannot be bunked sadly.
g. If by any chance, it's past 10, go back to sleep(I mean, aren't you a man of principles? You either attend on time or not at all).
5] There is no such thing as a 'routine'. Impulsiveness is the way of life. A trip to the library is very very very easily diverted to a trip to the canteen on seeing some friends(definition of friend: any familiar face is good enough). Dinner at 2am, sleep at 4am, breakfast at 11am, tennis/badminton/tt/cricket anytime. Notice the complete absence of studies.
6] One of the most common jokes you hear is about the 'male frustration coefficient': the ratio of peacocks to girls on campus which remains constant at about 117.12. Guys masquerading as girls online, making fake Orkut profiles to trick other guys is commonplace here. A guy may not get noticed even if he wins a ^$*$ing Nobel but a girl breaking her sandal is front page news.
7]The best place in the whole campus is the canteen. A place you go to at least thrice a day. The mess food is inedible to say the least with people choking on bones and rubbery rotis(what's for lunch in the mess today? rubber pani(some paneer gravy dish) and rock hard rotis that should be used in commercials of toothpastes{look how strong this toothpaste made our teeth, we can BITE this!}).<------Nice brackets rite?;) A trip to the canteen with an empty wallet doesn't mean you'll come out with an empty stomach, you have benevolent seniors and kind-hearted peers who HAVE made the mistake of bringing their wallets and they shall gladly finance your meal. Also an awesome excuse to stop studying during exams(I'm soooooooooooooo frust with acads. Canteen!).
8] Inter-college fests are a time when the entire campus undergoes a major face lift. Antaragni: four days when we see strange species otherwise extinct on campus. Female Bipedal primates belonging to the mammalian species Homo Sapiens, also referred to as nain sukh prapti or eye-candy. Freshers and seniors alike try their luck at "The Quest": To get a person of the fairer sex to talk to you. A successful conversation could be something like:
Guy looking glassy eyed and overwhelmed by the sheer tidal force of the beauty around him. Summoning courage, he walks up to a solitary ravishing female.
Glassy Eyed IITian: Ummmm, soooooo, excuse me.....
Pulchritudinous girl: Yeah?
GEI: Welllll(much to his chagrin, realizing that his otherwise reliable mental faculties are not responding here), are you enjoying Antaragni?
PG: It's good enough, I guess.
GEI: So....(looks left and right for inspiration)....(sees a hoarding for AIDS awareness)...AIDS huh? It would suck having that.
PG: (pretty abashed) What?
GEI: No I meant the shade, it's too sunny here, let's stand under AIDS, I mean the shade. (Sweat glands working in overdrive)
PG: Uh, actually I had to go and meet my college friends...
GEI: No wait, there was something else, uhhh well, your hair....it is really long and uhhh black.....
PG: OK......
GEI: No I mean really, it's so black, like black paint or shoe polish you know. It's like, long, black and straight. Did you dye it today?
PG: OK, I REALLY have to leave now. Uhhh, bye, I guess.
GEI: Sure, see you around...
PG:(mutters under her breath) I hope not, sheesh!
Did I say successful conversation? Yes, because at the end of the day, our GEI goes back and flaunts this conversation to his friends, with "minor" changes of course.....
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Comments are welcome!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
O shit!
This is, no matter what your perceptions are at the end of this article, a TRUE story.
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It happened last semester. It was November I think, because one of the things of that night that I cannot forget is the cold. Probably just after our 2nd mid-sem exams we decided to have a movie night. We had a lappy, a pair of speakers, some packets of chips, cold drinks and an awesome movie - Requiem for a Dream(By the way this movie is seriously good, a must watch). A great movie later I was walking with Saketh down to his Hall. We ended up chatting for an hour and a half. By the time I walked back to my room it was around 3.30AM and freezing cold. As usual I was wearing my trademark bathroom chappals and my feet were numb with cold. In my wing I met Siddharth(popularly known by another name which happens to be sensitive content for this blog :D). I wished him good night and unlocked my room. Mind you unlocked(This is important for later). My roomie as usual wasn't in the room and was probably lying around in some seniors' room.
This is when the fun starts. Fun for you'll, not exactly for me. I was sleepily changing into a pair of pyjamas. While picking up the pyjamas from the bed, it brushed my leg and I felt something cold and wet on my skin. Surprised I looked for the culprit on the bed. My blanket was haphazardly spread with other miscellanea strewn around. For better results I lifted my blanket. Now I want you to guess, your wildest guess, as to what I found under that sheet.
It could have been anything. Absolutely anything. Lets see - could it have been some water that someone had dropped onto my bed? Ice cream? But no, lying smugly on my bed was........a lump of shit. No re, I am not talking about my roomie here, didn't I tell that my room was locked? No, I haven't misspelled it either, I am talking about s-h-i-t. Don't ask me how it came there either, how am I supposed to know that's what even I'm trying to find out!
Shocked and confused I went to Sid's room and knocked. He came out, not really in favour of this interruption of his plan to go to bed. "What?" "Umm...Sid there's shit on my bed." Words weren't exactly my strong point at that time. He looks at me incredulously,"This is not the right time for a practical joke." What else did I expect if I woke someone in the dead of the night with my pyjamas in my hand claiming there was shit in my room? "No man, seriously there is shit on my bed. Crap, potty, faeces..."I said just in case he had any doubts.
10 Minutes later half my wing was in my room, not helping me out, not giving me moral support - but clicking photographs. Sigh! It was cold and I was sleepy. I couldn't sleep till I had managed to get rid of it from my 2 blankets and bedspread. That night I put to test the famous tag line - "Surf Excel Hai Na!" I came to realise that having Surf Excel by your side wasn't exactly cause for celebration. I washed. I spent half an hour washing poop in freezing cold water. I ruled out being a dhobi as a prospective career option since I clearly wasn't good at it.
Finally at 5.30AM all the excitement had abated. I had done what was required of me. With regard to the origin of that lump of shit, my mind was too tired to think about it. I slept on my roomie's bed. It was only later that I found out that the previous day, sometime in the afternoon when my room-mate unlocked the door to get his notebook before a lecture(do not be fooled, he doesn't attend that often), was mildly surprised when a cat ran out of the room. Being late for the lecture(this is, however, true very often) he just grabbed his notebook and ran. We are accustomed to leaving our room doors open during the day and probably when my attention was on a particularly interesting GPL in the wing, the cat must've slipped in. I later unknowingly locked the room before going to class.
The only positive point I can glean from this is that in the entire room the scared cat found my bed the cosiest corner. No wonder I find it difficult to get up in the morning. It was an interesting episode this one. Made me realise I need to expect the unexpected sometimes. Like my marks ;). What do you mean that's pretty expected!!
Hehe......till literature drunk dials me ;)
Cheers!
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It happened last semester. It was November I think, because one of the things of that night that I cannot forget is the cold. Probably just after our 2nd mid-sem exams we decided to have a movie night. We had a lappy, a pair of speakers, some packets of chips, cold drinks and an awesome movie - Requiem for a Dream(By the way this movie is seriously good, a must watch). A great movie later I was walking with Saketh down to his Hall. We ended up chatting for an hour and a half. By the time I walked back to my room it was around 3.30AM and freezing cold. As usual I was wearing my trademark bathroom chappals and my feet were numb with cold. In my wing I met Siddharth(popularly known by another name which happens to be sensitive content for this blog :D). I wished him good night and unlocked my room. Mind you unlocked(This is important for later). My roomie as usual wasn't in the room and was probably lying around in some seniors' room.
This is when the fun starts. Fun for you'll, not exactly for me. I was sleepily changing into a pair of pyjamas. While picking up the pyjamas from the bed, it brushed my leg and I felt something cold and wet on my skin. Surprised I looked for the culprit on the bed. My blanket was haphazardly spread with other miscellanea strewn around. For better results I lifted my blanket. Now I want you to guess, your wildest guess, as to what I found under that sheet.
It could have been anything. Absolutely anything. Lets see - could it have been some water that someone had dropped onto my bed? Ice cream? But no, lying smugly on my bed was.....
Shocked and confused I went to Sid's room and knocked. He came out, not really in favour of this interruption of his plan to go to bed. "What?" "Umm...Sid there's shit on my bed." Words weren't exactly my strong point at that time. He looks at me incredulously,"This is not the right time for a practical joke." What else did I expect if I woke someone in the dead of the night with my pyjamas in my hand claiming there was shit in my room? "No man, seriously there is shit on my bed. Crap, potty, faeces..."I said just in case he had any doubts.
10 Minutes later half my wing was in my room, not helping me out, not giving me moral support - but clicking photographs. Sigh! It was cold and I was sleepy. I couldn't sleep till I had managed to get rid of it from my 2 blankets and bedspread. That night I put to test the famous tag line - "Surf Excel Hai Na!" I came to realise that having Surf Excel by your side wasn't exactly cause for celebration. I washed. I spent half an hour washing poop in freezing cold water. I ruled out being a dhobi as a prospective career option since I clearly wasn't good at it.
Finally at 5.30AM all the excitement had abated. I had done what was required of me. With regard to the origin of that lump of shit, my mind was too tired to think about it. I slept on my roomie's bed. It was only later that I found out that the previous day, sometime in the afternoon when my room-mate unlocked the door to get his notebook before a lecture(do not be fooled, he doesn't attend that often), was mildly surprised when a cat ran out of the room. Being late for the lecture(this is, however, true very often) he just grabbed his notebook and ran. We are accustomed to leaving our room doors open during the day and probably when my attention was on a particularly interesting GPL in the wing, the cat must've slipped in. I later unknowingly locked the room before going to class.
The only positive point I can glean from this is that in the entire room the scared cat found my bed the cosiest corner. No wonder I find it difficult to get up in the morning. It was an interesting episode this one. Made me realise I need to expect the unexpected sometimes. Like my marks ;). What do you mean that's pretty expected!!
Hehe......till literature drunk dials me ;)
Cheers!
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