28/09/2007, Friday - He Ishwar, sone do mujhe!!!

Just like God, his middle finger is present everywhere and in all forms. It just needs a seeker to find it. Also, in some special cases, the God chooses a blessed (?) individual and keeps a finger perenially reserved for him. He just has to look skywards, and there it is in it's full glory.

I, my dear friends, am the one.

True, I was on my bed at 0000 hrs. As true as this is the statement that I was lying in the same state at 0400 hrs, still unable to sleep. All the sheeps that I had been counting all these days in my mind probably got bored of being counted by the same guy every night, and all of them migrated to greener pastured (literally as well as figuratively, probably trying to help some Ali Larter sleep). To compensate the average population of the room after the departure of the sheeps, in came a fleet of mosquitoes. Frustrated by all these transitions, i finally gave up the idea of sleeping and went to the basketball court to sit for some time.

The dogs, somehow, thought I must be feeling quite lonely, and pretty soon I was sitting in the hostel basketball court, surrounded my eight dogs and/or bitches (no, I was not feeling jobless/gross enough to count how many of them were male and how many females, but considering that the dogs are one species in KGP which enjoys a somewhat healthy sex ratio, I guess there must have been equal number of both). Now, the problem- The females of the species were ready for coitus, and the males were expecting it nonetheless. Soon things started to get gross (I guess you are unlucky enough to understand what I am implying here), and I found it wise to get back to KN's room.

Slept finally at 0530 hrs. Surprisingly, my eyes opened up wide at 0730 hrs. Again surfaced the problem. You know, the same old good conscience vs. bad conscience fight, in which the satan finally ends up kicking the angel's ass.

Satan: Come on dude (yes, yes... the satan calls me dude)... your professors are no way as important as your slumber. Don't wake up.
Angel: Yes, you moron!! Go sleep!!

But I somehow's gathered the courage to get up and go to the loo. The walk really brought me back to my senses, and the remaining part was taken care of by the MSc guy who could not resist the enticement of singing "Too hot to handle" while taking a dump in the toilet adjacent to mine.

Somehow reached the class in a drousy state. I survived the first double lecture pretty well, I must say. However, in the second one came the most confused lady professor ever who does not know the difference between the "What's she saying" look and the "I read this shit in Upper KG" look.

The rest of the day was quite usual. Bad food, nice conversation with a bunch of great friends, some episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S., and that voice again, stubborn at not leaving my mind.

Though I really want that voice to leave my mind once and for all, I still thank God that I got to hear something that could touch my senses ever so gently, I felt for a second as if there is nothing else in this world that I could ask for if I could just stand and listen to that voice forever. I could never really imagine something like this could exist, but since I have felt this once, I have probably started to yearn for a bit too much. As I once said to AL, it is really great to have someone to come home to.

Looking forward to that....