Friday, December 25, 2009

Dear Buzz in Brain

i always have to debate with Ata. when i say Ata, don't mistake him for my real brother. He is not my real brother. i called him Ata because he is much elder than me. He is doing PGDE in Multimedia.

He liked to be praised. when we don't praise him, he praised himself. He is rigid, orthodox and weird guy. He would asked for suggestion.when i gave, he won't like it and i have to try to convince him. He will redicule me for trying to make fun of elders and act as if i called him fool.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Dear Buzz in Brain

I don't know what I am doing. it is 1:55 AM. My friend is snoring as if he is eating some kind of hot porridge in cold winter. I am browsing net as well as writing some nonsense. I have become nocturnal. i just can't sleep at night. Many sad thoughts crawls into my head like as if being haunted by some kind of Ghosts. May be it is ghost of my life in past years that is keeping me awake.

Anyway, i will stop bothering you for now. i have illegally downloaded Avatar, the first 3D film by James Cameron. i will watch it and share my experience with you.

Gudnight and Merry Christmas tomorrow.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

A scene in my class today

Fades in.


Int. Classroom, Day

I am sitting here bored to death. Sleep seizes my system five seconds before my lecturer entered. I am trying hard not to fall asleep. I am searching for means and ways to defeat intangible warrior called Sleep. I wish I had brought matchstick like Mr. Bean (Romcom show) to strectch my eyelids so that I can keep my eyes open.



Cut to my lecturer: he stands there with one hand in his baggy pant pocket. He talks licking his upper lips like kitten licking his jaw after stealing butter. With another hand, he scratches his skull trying to seem wise. He looks so comical with spectacles parked on his funny long nose. He looks at me and finds me nodding. Probably, he thinks, I nod my head in understanding his lectures whereas I am nodding in half-sleep.



Cut to other classmates: the noisy class has become unusually quiet. This is sign that everybody is bored with his verbose lecture. I shake my head and looked around. Many of them are fighting sleep just like me. One and half hour period seems like an eon.



Cut away of my table: I take out my note pad and write 'I am bored to death." The guy near me reads the note and whispers in hindi, " koi parishan hai?'' I am surprised and shakes my head in negative.



"phir kyun marna chahata hai,'' he asks me reading my note. "who says I am going to die?'' I asks him. He looks at me incredulously and points at my note pad. "Nahi to kyun 'bored to death lektai hai?'' he counters asked again. Suddenly, I feel stupid as my insufficiency in hindi words couldn't find right words to explain the word, "bored to death." I smiled with stupidity.



"Kasam khaki tuo aisa kuch nahi karenge,'' he takes my head on his forehead. "Kasam,'' I oddly put my hand on his forehead for no reason. He smiles with satisfaction, "trust me as your dost, malab friend,'' he says, "you don't talk much. Why?'' "I have nothing to talk,''I inform him.





Just then Lecturer squints at me from his oversized spectacles asking, "what are different types and characteristics of quantitative research?''



It is now my turn to scratch my skull and lick my lips as scene fades out.