night-outs usually are unexpected and rare, but when you are in iimA, it's a part of your life. well said some tuchcha (a colloquial term for your just seniors in iimA) that your day at iimA starts in the night. but when you are in a really good mood to write something on a night out and you got mS worD then forget looking behind...
it's already 3 in the morning and is too cold outside with temperature somewhere around 10 degrees. the warmth of my blanket lying on my bed is calling me. but i have to go miles (can also be read as pages, in the case material) before i sleep. mS. V and mS. S are lying patiently on my bed waiting for me to come. i used to sleep with them. sometimes i rest my head on V's lap else S's and embrace the other one. truly royal eh? well, i have only two of them as my pillows ;-)
time immemorial i have this habit of naming my belongings. i remember the names of the hens we had, as 'automatiC', 'mullaN', 'somaN' (because this one had a beard and during childhood i had observed that almost all people with the name 'somaN' had beards and hence gave the same name to that hen!!! three cheers to my observation skills), the cow named 'tinkU' etc. but to be frank, this is the first time i have ventured into naming a non-living thing like a pillow. giving them the names of ladies will give me sort of a dubious pleasure as well, right ;-). needless to mention, V and S are variables and i assign them values according to my wish ;-)...
the organizationaL theorY and desigN text book lying on my table is bit unhappy today. i know the reason... the malicious act i have done today is going to give permanent scars on his body for ever... he wont be feeling himself that handsome after these marks... after a long time, today i read a chapter and made a few underlines on the text... "forgive me my dear, i have no other choice... look at the case materials, they are the ugliest then..."
"creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmm!!!!" whozzat??? oh no, its my alarm crying for my cuddle... she is programmed to do this act everyday at 8am... which means its 8am.. oh! man i have classes at 9am. come on!! stop dreaming!! wake up!! you were sleeping for the past 8 hours and is enuff!! if i didn't reach the class by 9am, the prof. shall lock the class room from inside... and here i go from my bed, from my blanket, pushing V and S apart...
it's already 3 in the morning and is too cold outside with temperature somewhere around 10 degrees. the warmth of my blanket lying on my bed is calling me. but i have to go miles (can also be read as pages, in the case material) before i sleep. mS. V and mS. S are lying patiently on my bed waiting for me to come. i used to sleep with them. sometimes i rest my head on V's lap else S's and embrace the other one. truly royal eh? well, i have only two of them as my pillows ;-)
time immemorial i have this habit of naming my belongings. i remember the names of the hens we had, as 'automatiC', 'mullaN', 'somaN' (because this one had a beard and during childhood i had observed that almost all people with the name 'somaN' had beards and hence gave the same name to that hen!!! three cheers to my observation skills), the cow named 'tinkU' etc. but to be frank, this is the first time i have ventured into naming a non-living thing like a pillow. giving them the names of ladies will give me sort of a dubious pleasure as well, right ;-). needless to mention, V and S are variables and i assign them values according to my wish ;-)...
the organizationaL theorY and desigN text book lying on my table is bit unhappy today. i know the reason... the malicious act i have done today is going to give permanent scars on his body for ever... he wont be feeling himself that handsome after these marks... after a long time, today i read a chapter and made a few underlines on the text... "forgive me my dear, i have no other choice... look at the case materials, they are the ugliest then..."
"creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmm!!!!" whozzat??? oh no, its my alarm crying for my cuddle... she is programmed to do this act everyday at 8am... which means its 8am.. oh! man i have classes at 9am. come on!! stop dreaming!! wake up!! you were sleeping for the past 8 hours and is enuff!! if i didn't reach the class by 9am, the prof. shall lock the class room from inside... and here i go from my bed, from my blanket, pushing V and S apart...
