Waiting for the good ol’ days !

Every morning as the crystal clear rays of sunlight , gleaming from the narrow spaces , between the leaves of the tree behind my room’s window , fall on my face , I open my eyes . Open them gently with a sense of aversion and pulling myself up sitting on my bed , I think ! Thinking that this morning might be the morning which bears some resemblance to the initial mornings I experienced in Manipal . Thinking that against all the odds , against all the contraries this morning be slight like the old fashioned ones . Thus with this anticipation I look at my room partner , who sleeps cozily on his bed . Disappointed I become ,but loose hope I not . So I head towards my roommates next door , only to find the they too lie asleep in the beds . “NO ! NOT AGAIN !” echoes in my head almost as loud as if I had screamed with all my might .

Now the problem in the above scenario lies sheerly due to the 100 % pure jealousy that I feel when I find all three of them asleep . They remain asleep , not because they had had a long tiresome previous day , but because they are absolutely LAZY ASS ! Now the striking question which might arrive in your brain [i.e. if you think ... most of my friend including me have stopped thinking since we've joined the engineering course ] is that what’s the correlation between my jealousy and the good old days of mine at Manipal . OK , to answer this lemme tell you a story .

Once upon a time , there was a boy called ,suppose , XYZ . Now this boy was one of those chaps who could sleep all day long , and still managed to squeeze some more hours of sleep at night . On average he would sleep 18-19 hrs per day* .

Suddenly this boy finds himself in an Engineering college . He has become a hostler with three roommates of similar age. Now the boy , still not out of the habit of sleeping long hours always found himself waking up at the last , among the foursome . That too when one of the three would drag him off the bed , sprinkling some water [ About a bucketful only ] on his face [ Read as the entire body ] . Along with this activity there would a characteristic sound which was something like “Wake up you asshole ! Classes start in 15 mins” . So the boy would get dressed quickly and would ricochet to the classsroom barely managing to reach on time .

But , BUT , as the time passed the other three roommates of XYZ under the inductive effect his sheer laziness , became lazy too ! And they too started bunking classes in order to sleep . Realizing the magnanimity of the situation [ Read as : Trying to save his bum from getting on Ordi (In gist meaning short of attendance) ] the boy had to take drastic measures and shun his habit of sleeping late . He started getting up early and would wake up his comrades . Completely exasperated and flabbergasted by this shift in the working of the morning cycle the boy still awaits for the good ol’ days to come again !

Finish …

Well for most of you who still might be thinking who XYZ is [ Told ya na ... We , i.e. the budding engineers loose the ability to think ... Probably due to the stereotype course that we have to con by rote every night before the exam ... And when the exam passes our daily schedule of wasting time starts again ] , I have just two words to say “IT’S ME [ Technically they are three words IT IS ME ... But what the heck ... You aren't my english teacher ! ] . Still hoping that our life be a periodic funtion of time ,and that once again the same cycle repeats again , and I might be able to find some way to cease that beautiful moment forever !!! Moment when I hear those soothing words again “GET UP ASSHOLE … CLASSES START IN 15 MINS . “

*Conditions apply : The day needed to be a holiday … On regular days XYZ’s parent didn’t let him sleep after 8 a.m.

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