Railed back on track...

Ahem ahem! So like the regulars, its really pointless penning (or typing, but whatever!) down this one as well. No social issues, no whining over the “breaking news” (which, yeah do strike hard!) this time. And it is really one of those days when you’re standing on the summit of tiredness (and wondering that amid the tiredness, and the exhaustion, how did you manage to climb till the summit.). So much so,. Even writing a blog page - and making the count of your blog posts augment - seems to be a taxing job. (however, Like always, the ‘but’ is right behind you!!) But the monkey on your back doesn’t let you breathe if you try giving up on writing; it puffs out monkey breath right in your ears unless you agree to come to terms with it. To take it from the top, I had the instigation of my new semester today. So what is it that is prophesized when I say I was entering the gates of my uni after an apparent 3 weeks - a tangle of reminiscence? The craziness, wackiness, FUN (mind the bold letters) coming to life; the regulars striking in (we know all the regulars, don’t we? Facing the dawn which seemed to be on a different planet in the vacations, running around from the 4th floor to the ground floor for one lecture and crawling up back. I mean, what sense does it make? However, much to say that the ‘regulars’ also incline to fun, huh?) But oh boy! Reality check is still left unchecked! The exhilaration is still buried in darkness; the excitement is still hunting the graves for its soul; and probably for the first time, you are extradited as a freaking ‘speculator’. (yeah, because everything is actually running on the road you directed the last day!). Moreover, the first words you let your voice box draw towards your friends is “Hello Sir” (and one wonders, ‘man! Why on earth is he being so ‘notoriously’ formal with me? Do I need to hunt for an asterix?’ But even the bliss is a menacing deception, just as you like it!). However, only this time the “sir” actually means “jack ass”! and you stick to it. And amid the dark exuberance that you’ve put (not to forget, that you love being called as gruesome, grotesque and weird; you’ll probably make out with the person who calls you by those claims!), there are flashes of fiery FUN and obnoxious humor. When no one around you has an idea that you had been struck by a mind numbing disease over the last slot of vacations, its hilarious to watch people jump off their tables to get away from you. They actually start measuring distances when it comes to facing you. And the slot which completely freaks them out is what gets the tickling drive out of you. “I have been…told by the doctor…not to be in touch with a per…person who’s had Cpox…and to be away for a month.” and then you end up portraying yourself to be a demon, or the one of the security people guarding the gates of hell. (feel superior, huh?). (and by that time, MONKEY PANTING IN HUGE PACKETS!!) So for a spectator (and the ones watching the afternoon ‘weep shows’!!), its firstly unfair, and completely intolerable for a person to be apparently secluded when he’s got the claim to be a part of the populace. You’re considered to be a threat, and probably the only one can dictate terror! People run away from you, its only you who can be considered to be the bordering on the qualification mark in a terrorist group. (on second thoughts, why not serve the nation on the borders? Just go and hug the opposition; no arms, no weapons; a peaceful war). But once again, contradictions! You again find the same attitude being delivered to you as scintillating. (want a break from the outlandish segments?). So then, the hideous university ride finally begins. Finally, feel like home. As soon as you enter the campus, even on a bright sunny morning, there is a certain ghastly tickle; with the ‘sixth sense’ pointing to a turbulent scenario waiting at the other end of the road, all geared up to chew you up (and wont even throw up - how rude!!). (really trying to augment the length of this piece, but…what the hell..??? Hardly anyone cares to read it). And if among the people who do wish to un their eyes till the end of this piece, keep your sarcasms and what you call as ‘witty’ comments in darkness.