5th The September

5th September. Does it ring a bell? To a vast majority (of the student populace) it does. But to some like me, it’s just any other day- No disrespect towards teachers meant. I’m lousy with dates. On one occasion, I’d forgotten my own birth anniversary-though I was forced to jog my memory when suddenly, my butt became the butt of everybody’s kicking pleasure. Birthday bums “DO” serve some purpose! Hah!

So! Classroom activity on the 5th was all as usual, plus the conferring upon our teachers (uh huh...Professors, Asst. Professors, and lecturers, mind you!) gifts, as tokens of our appreciation and respect.... (Long Pause)

The honors of presenting tiny packed boxes enclosing ‘whatever it may contain-to whomsoever it may concern’ was entrusted to the long manes (an adjective neither apt, nor conveying the true picture that follows)...owing to their evident charms. A Surd (buddy, no offence meant) and 4 girls covered 5 of our teaching faculty.

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G-SECTION' MEET

And yeah, there was the G-section get-together by sundown. However positive the spirit might have been towards organising the event, I must say, it was a let-down as far as the arrangements were concerned-and I can say that as I wasn’t party to the scheduling, organising and stuff. Many of us got to know that the party, or so it was dubbed, had already started at 5:30pm only by 7 pm. The Nans were a challenge to the palate. Someone joked he could do better with a knife and fork! Fried rice came to sweet rescue.

Positives: Us getting back together and sparing minutes for conversation, that just about revolved around the day to day college stuff, movies, this and that....blah blah. It was good to see many had turned up (though, those who didn’t arrive have got to give their reasons-boys and ‘girl’, both.).

One of my good friends got all drunk, and helping him walk back to the hostel got me all exhausted too...and he let out some of his frustrations and secrets all the way back...Pooh! When someone on your side shouts ‘Nobody Loves Me’ with his arms on your shoulders....not the best place to be, folks! Trust me.