All right , i m back………..
these few weeks hv been like bliss. U know like the vacations u wanted god to give to u so u cd basically sit on ur ass and do nothin- absolutely nothin at all. well, this is how my past week passed off. i am keepin a chronical of the whole week on here for two reasons- a) i m averse to writin on paper b) when im 80 yrs old, i can look back with satisfaction upon the whole thing(i m talkin real seriously here!!!)
First DAY
1600 hrs: i am at G.D Goenka school’s parkin lot. i hv a feelin that u hv when u hv a feelin of seein a school that is actually a palatial resort- wht kind of people do STUDY in there!!! how cd u study in a place like THAT?? i also had a feelin that people hv when they feel they don’t know anybody – which is a very familiar feeling, i m told by sum unfamiliar people. But, first thngs first – there were SPACE members also there who told me to put tags etc. on the bags. After doin tht successfully, we went to the reception entrance(which btw, is nly a 100 sec walk away, literally) by a golf cart resembling vehicle. The reception was as grandiose as u cd well imagine. Much more like a 5 star hotel. Rati and Meressa (the former i got acquainted with on the trip) guided us to the lecture rooms. Vikrant was explaining certain basics of astronomy in there so quite naturally, i got bored. here i must mention. i hv never understood wht is it with certain people. People who ask questions i mean, they r not quite different frm people who undastand things, only they don’t undastand them they r just interested in askin u questions. why do they do that??? Don’t they hv any sympathies for people who r bored beyond the ultimate point of boredom. (which is also the yield pt. of boredom in cases of brittle minds)
i mean , our minds cd pop open and burst, u idiots.
1700 hrs: finally, sum activity. Reporters came to the school so u hv all the “pedantic scholars” runnin off to get their phots clicked. My parents tell me to go out and do the same and i tell myself just act like u did not hear. My parents tell me to keep an alert eye for this cd be a lifetime oppurtunity. i tell them that the matter must end here and go out of the room only to enter the adjunct room and play chess only to be caught by them a little while later only to be telling them that the press was never there in the first place. It is all an illusion like The whole damn world is. i hv sum money in excess of Rs 500 which needs to be converted plus i need proof for all the dollars i got. Get it done by an agent these guys had setup there. However, as it turned out the ‘proof‘ was never needed at all. That again was an illusion. These guys then served supper in the canteen which was btw open to parents as well. Hd sum idli dosa
1800 hrs: finally, i get rid of my parents and interact with the other kids. everybody looked as confused as was inside but of course they did not hv the same degree of nonchalance i had in my attire.They started with the intro sectio wherein u hv were to say ur name and a funny thing beggining with the first letter of ur name, if u may. CRAP, why do these guys need to bore me more. u wd think that was all. it wasn’t. there was more to come. Whrn i first came, i saw an old seemingly intelligent guy ,Mr. CB who i thought was sum kind of scientist. People who seem at first impression to be scientists are generally except well, this one. He made us subject to a plethora of jokes that u shd not call stupid for that would be insulting stupidity itself. I hv no qualms with him. In fact as i turned out he was the most genial person on the grp. Bt , it was the jokes which made me wanna throwup or better still take a gun and put it to my head and beg him to SHUTUP. However, as all good times pass away, bad times also do however longer they might look. So it did and we wnt off for dinner. nice arrangements altogether
(CRAP light’s out rest i will type in next blog!!!!!!!1111)
