Last night I dreamt that one of my lecturers cornered me in the hallway because I didn’t submit his assignment. He also made me cry. :O

shh. not now. tomorrow.

So I booked my ticket to go home this December. I can’t keep myself from looking at it every few minutes. Well, the first few times it was just because I couldn’t believe I made a correct online transaction at 2 am. But now, I just can’t help it.

What is it about going home for the holidays?

And it’s still more than 2 months away!

I have been told by a lot of people that I am a good narrator of stories. No, no not reading out of  The Arabian Nights. Stories about daily life. Things people can relate to. But people can relate to anything. I mean, come on! There is that variety of people who can relate to goblins, wizards, half-giants, bowtruckles and unicorns (read Harry Potter fans). Now, now. Make no mistake, I am a Harry Potter fan through and through. In fact, I was in full support of my brother moving into a cupboard just short of his 11th birthday. But still.. we’ll leave those people alone for now. My stories are about everyday life. Things that happen to muggles.

Actually, what the hell! Yes it’s true. Sometimes my stories ARE about my chance encounters with blast ended skrewts. There, I said it.

Well, it’s not really a talent. The story telling I mean, not tackling blast ended skrewts. In fact, it just comes out of paying too much attention to detail. And out of being cursed blessed with the addition of drama in everyday incidents of my life.

Really, you can’t not tell people when you catch a cute guy checking you out. Except in my case , he was just staring at my mascara that had spread on half of my face. Or well, when your sandals break just before you are going out. Well, I also superglued my fingers together while trying to fix my sandals. Oh and because of that the fingerprint scanner could not recognize my fingerprints anymore and I was locked in the hostel.

You see what I mean?

But it’s okay you know. Having a drama life has its upside. I never run out of stuff to talk about. And people tell me I’ll be an awesome grandmother!

Grandmother?! :O

I got drenched in the rain today. It was NOT cool. The funny part is that it only rained till I was on the road. I got on the bus and it stopped. Like jadoo.  When I reached school, I was the only person dripping rain water all over the lift lobby. I don’t know if it’s just me or whether it’s a huge cosmic plan, but trust me when I say that it always rains on me. And eitherways, it sucks.

I hate rainy days. Period. No, it’s not romantic, and NO, it does not remind me of childhood days of playing and dancing in the rain, splashing rain water over each other and making paper boats. It just makes me obsessive about whether I remembered to close the windows in my room, worry about the phone, hard disk and iPod in my bag, try to look decent in the now-wet white shirt, avoiding lecherous looks from the construction workers just outside school and feeling cold the rest of the day. Na baba, I cannot go jumping around on rainy days. Life is good staying in.

..lots of them.. and I must finish them all!

The boarding concert was yesterday. I really didn’t know our students were so talented. Everything, from the piano recital to the classic rock band was amazing. The students were so beaming with confidence, especially since the whole thing was put together by them and none of the staff members were involved with the organizing. Of course a few of the staff was there to oversee the whole thing, but the entire production was by the students.

I think it takes a lot of guts to perform on the stage if the audience is made up of your friends, classmates and mentors. But these guys really pulled it off well, they even supported each others performances by making surprise appearances in the middle of the performance with flowers. I think that was cute.

I missed the Indian gang from last year. There was no bollywood dance, no backstage drama. I missed the gore-gore track playing in my mind all the time. But this is life, I guess. Everything changes.

After what seems like an eternity!

Seeing the first years scuttling from one orientation briefing to another reminds me of my own first semester. The semester on the whole was pretty useless, but I do remember wishing time would stand still around this time three years ago. Well it didn’t. A lot more exciting things happened and I can’t be more thankful for them.

After my never-ending internship, today is the first time I am going to do some school related study stuff. It’s so exciting. Even if it’s just meeting a supervisor and getting briefed. I like this old feeling. It’s like getting back to your comfort zone. Your habits.

It might sound crazy but I love the fact that I am feeling poor again, contemplating a part-time job. I am looking at my time table over and again, trying to find time to snooze in between classes, trying to find project mates early and running around campus. And I’m loving it.

Can’t believe I’ll be graduating in less than a year. I guess time loves to run away, when you most want it to stand still.

Sometimes, the strangest thing is what keeps on disturbing the constant momentum of your life and you simply don’t know it.

I am super drowsy from my medicine as I write this. You see, I haven’t been sleeping well in a while. And I kept on thinking it’s because i am stressed and I work way too hard. I tried to find out why I was always so tired, why I just had to stop every few hundred meters when I was running even though my legs weren’t tired, why I always woke up feeling terrible, why I had stopped enjoying little things like the smell of coffee.

All this would make me feel horrible, really. My perpetual throat ache, head ache, ear ache and all the other aches made me feel old. I was only days away from declaring myself a nutcase.

And then I found out. It’s because my stupid, sensitive nose is ALWAYS blocked. I took medicines, my nose is clear and I zonked out for the afternoon. The whole of it. That was the best sleep I had in a year.

Phew. What a relief!

Next time you are being punched in the face with problems, stop and observe, and don’t give up. It could just be blocked sinuses.

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