I have no clue where the weekends went. It's like I wished them a welcome only to realise they vanished into thin air even before I could say Jack Robinson. I slept through them. It's so disgusting. CNS lab on Tuesday gave me a sick stomach. Consider this both a metaphor and a truth. I had no lunch before I went to the lab, because I had to attend it after a drowsy UCD lecture, giving me exactly the time I needed to finish reading the write-up for the day's lab work. We've got an instructor to stir our blood, but what if the same was cause for an anticlimax ? The caption on her shirt was "Born to be wild". We all realised it by the end of the lab, when she kicked up a fuss about something insignificant. She was enquiring about this guy who wrote down the professor's name in the list of people on the attendance sheet but she could not tolerate the silence after which she broke into a total shrieking avalanche of high-pitched assailing words. She had our lab cancelled due to the person who did not stand up to accept his act of mischief. In my opinion, it's equivalent to sending a criminal to the gallows for stealing a blunt needle.
We had a volleyball match again. In 7 sets we played I did only 5 serve faults and that's an amazing fact. It's not that I am drastically improving at the game, it's a good sign that proves to be an asset for a game played in high spirits with no great concern for win or loss. It looks like I need some practical tutorials with the Projectile motion chapter of Kinematics because all my attempts are still erronous. But, but, but I continue to enjoy the game because Hand of Bob (synonymous to Maradona's Hand of God) is always a pleasing shout in the court, compared to Outside Bobli. Akshay Moorthy was playing the game for the first time, he was arrogant. I know there's a limit to taunting, but the fellow has no idea of how others get scoffed and derided before they get into a proper form. At least in the end, he somehow turned dormant. The last game turned out to be a bore, with neither me, nor him getting a chance to be in action. We were playing 8 on 8, but we were the unlucky two who never (not even once) had the luck of making a contact with the ball in the last game.
After a long slumber I went for a bath, after which history repeats. My goddamned roommate has absolutely no idea of when I'm in the bathroom. Why is it always me who gets locked out of the room ? DCP cam sessions are quite interesting. For two days now, on the first of which I ran around the food courts, I've been trying to get snaps of important people in the college. I was successful to an extent yesterday. In spite of intermittent efforts, there's not a worthy result. So I've decided to make it more frequent now.
Vamsi says he would no longer give his password to others. He thinks he's been sharing his resources in a manner that could affect him. True. Sarat, Arun, Uday, Gautam were playing Two barbarians, a paladin and a druid respectively in Diablo yesterday. Gautam was having all the fun with the wolves he summoned. There's a small book exhibition at college. I had been looking for a good book from noon, and finally found the ultimate one before dinner. I own a book whose title reads The Golden Treasury of Indo-Anglian Poetry. It's selected and edited by Vinayak Krishna Gokak. It's wonderful and worth every penny I spent on it. Raj found a book in the afternoon that was marked at nearly thousand bucks. Now I found something to rejoice, with my book being an ample anthology of few Indian poets, and I had to shed only 75 rupees in exchange for that. To name a few there are poems Henry Louis Vivian Derozio, Sarojini Naidu, Rabindranath Tagore, Kamala Das, Vivekanada, Harindranath Chattopadhyaya, Sri Aurobindo and V.K. Gokak himself. I'm very happy about it. I'm planning to spend some time on it after the second mid-semester examinations.
