Another day, another life

I had promised myself that I would continue blogging on a daily basis. So here I am (too cliche.......)

I am quite pleased with myself today as I accomplished what i had set out to do. I had decided to sleep for only 6 hours (inspired from suhas) I went off to the library and sat and actually did some reading (finally) till it was time for class. Missed Ms. 'M', she hadn't come till then. Sms'd her to come as there was a notice up for her. She panicked and i said sorry.(although i enjoyed it a bit........what was that word for deriving pleasure out of someone else's pain in german..........????????)

Had a huge sigh of relief when she arrived. Dunno what this love business is but i surely HELL DON'T WANA HAPPEN TO ME. but i guess her cute smile and lovely voice doesn't allow me not to! Boy i hate myself for this. there was n't much conversation though! (dumbo you were in the library....)
Makes me think whether I am too pushy.....maybe she is just polite and seems to be interested in talking to me? Anyways I take my mind off her and into the papers. Reading has always been my lone solace in times of stress and pain and today was no different. An entire world opens out to me and I plunge into it.

As we walked to the class, she failed to mention the poetic messages I had sent her the previous night. had hoped that she would bring it up but she did n't. Maybe that was a message she wanted me to know. But was impatient and asked her anyhow. She got excited and said that she never thought I knew such Urdu words...............???? and I was like HUH? Hello?
Thats it. Thats the end of the story there.

In the lecture Ms.Swamy, our faculty dropped a bombshell about our grades. The news was n't good. Although we did n't get our grades, my guess is that I may have got a D. Reason-? well I am underestimating my effort and also have a hunch that the faculty is not exactly impartial..........got the idea????

But I have always been an optimist and believe in doing so well professionally that the discriminators don't get a chance to do what they want to. No, I am not the one crying foul because of my lower grades but somehow have a sixth sense that there is some prejudice going on here. Well, only time will tell. Have made up my mind to work harder.

We had a lecture by Mr.Narendra Jadhav-the author of 'Outcast' which was earlier written in Marathi. Was an excellent lecture and he came across as an excellent human being. I came to know that his father was a dockyard worker and that touched a string in me as we were from the same backgrounds. I have decided to read his book or atleast buy it and ask him to autograph it. Lets see whether I get time for it. Will keep in touch with him though! What a wonderful man. His attitude rubbed off on me and I suddenly felt revitalised and ready to take on the world.Butthen God had other plans.....................

Ms.'M' took off with Mr.Arrogant himself [again an objective assesment;) ] and I was all alone as usual. Walked back to the station only to come across the 'tortoises'[ not an objective assessment;)], who had left some fifteen minutes before me. Smiled in my heart! Oh these small pleasures!

Ms'M' keeps paining my heart, but somewhere I feel I take all this up on myself. Need my muse don't I?

My friend Husein has come to Bombay after vacationing in Goa. Again shamelessly we talk about techno stuff. No pleasantries here, only geek stuff!!!!!!!!!!!
Might go in for Spiderman 2. Although I hate all this commercial crap, but the feeling of watching movies with your friends is rare and uncomparable.

Will end on these pleasant thoughts.

Regards,
Kenan M