Smut,dirt,grunge,grease and college

I hate having to go back to college.It’s back to being shut up in the dirty hostel by 9pm.Its back to boring lectures.It’s back to polishing the whole set of survival skills for anotherone and a half years till I get out of the mess alive.It’s about being back with mental retards who communicate by an advanced version of sign language.It’s back to feeling so pleasantly out of place at that wild life sanctuary.The intensity of hatred is the same since first year ,and nothing absolutely NOTHING has improved.The same filth everywhere.

It’s being back to plugging my ears with my Ipod in and out of class.It’s bout having to talk to people you wish were dead in your best manners Its about starving for days continuously because you hate the mess food and is too tird and broke to call Dominos every day.It’s about having to understand that the temperature inside a washing machine is of such utmost importance that it might decide you passing\failing this varmint suject HK.

It’s about praying to whoever-it-may-be ‘Please,please let the cafeteria have something partially edible’.It’s about having to shun human company in the pretense of working on my laptop which is actually playing solitaire and listening to music because I reallyreally really really don’t want one more asshole coming up to me and saying ‘I am so sorry to hear about your…’ and’You have nice eyes’ and finish off with ‘We should catch up some time How about..’

Yeah rrrrite.

I hate you all. I hate it so much that I dread boarding the flight,its like I have a constant stomach pain or something.To add to the general pool of misery I’m yet to complete clearance at hyatt,no I’m not capitalizing the ‘h’.I know I’m going to have some serious trouble trying to get the appraisal form signed by the Guest Relations guy.I hope he has quit his job and found something meaningful to do in life.I mean…how lame should you be to not even listen to a explanation?Not too bright,but this is the hospitality industry baby,you don’t need this part of the anatony called Brain.Atleast not in Guest Relations to be fair.

Arrrgh…I’m not bitching about hyatt anymore,I should be done with the place in another 3 days,hopefully that is.It’s a closed chapter with some memorable highlights.

So where was I?

Bitching about college after 6 months definitely doesnot improve my appetite.

Where’s breakfast?

In which we disguise creative monotony

i HATE WORDPRESS DASHBOARD,THE FUCKING CROP IMAGE HEADER DOESN’T WORK AND MY POST VANISHES THRICE AFTER i PRESS THE PUBLISH BUTTON.TECHNICAL ERROR ?I COULD TELL YOU WHERE TO STUFF THAT.

What’s with me and the customized theme?Felt like a change I suppose.Not too sure,it just happened…live with it.
Note :The header image is the illegitimate child of Da Vinci and Ms Paint.So there!

The image above on this post is what I got when I typed in ‘creative+monotony’ to the Google Image search bar.Heh.

I’ve succesfully managed to worm out a couple of weeks of vacation out of the Authorities that may be,I’m home at Kerala,living with as much animation you would attribute to a brinjal.But I like it that way,this lack-of-life is what I was craving for in the middle of all that back there.

Since there’s nothing all that happening happening,I seize this oppurtunity to tel ya’ll about my school.My School.One of those redundant topics you kept “Writing an essay on” till you reached 5th grade.My Senior Secondary School.

Okay…If you’re still reading,I belong to this fancy shmancy Christian Missionary run institution that had a lame name Blooming Buds Bethania.As to why I call it lame,located on a hill amidst foliage in all these years I’m yet to find signs of floral growth,let alone buds.Later on they did make really appreciative efforts in the garden but to no luck.
Here we g up those confusing narrow roads to that huuuuuuge gate,up the mudway,passing the blue lopsided ‘Keep Left’ sign on the coconut tree mostly ignored to the portico.

Funny word portico.Say it with me .Po-r-tea-kowwwww

A couple of flight of stairs and some long corridors and you’d reach my classroom Class 12 A.Not a very fancy one,I didn’t realize that I liked it till the day I had to leave.

And in here did the five of us Aparna,Shahzil,Gautham and Pri(yanka) do everythin from plotting revenge to saving the world from Ugly Brainless Maths Teachers.One particular specimen in fact.I was happy there,till Shit Happened and made life Hell,worse than IHM.

You know what? I thought that writing about my school and everything is going to make me feel all nice and two-plaited and preserve that special thing But know what? Typing out so much makes me feel like I’m opening the lid of Petit Marmite.May be I’ll continue some time later.May be not.

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Weather here is really naaaice.I’d totally recommend visting me at home Now.New stock of sweets have come in because li’l o’l me is home.Yayyy!!!I’m all hospitable right now and wouldn’t mind sharing.Really.
“You don’t smile that often,it happens really rarely like once in a million years,You should be smiling more”
Its not like I’m some depressed suicidal maniac,It’s just that I can’t fake that bland stretch that’s so much like stretching a rubber band that would snap back the moment you let it go.I didn’t get around to tell You that but I guess it’s alright,You almost always already know.Yes,I’m talking to You.

In fact,I wish I had a remote that could rewind and pause Time,in addition to a machine which can take colour print outs of dreams.They say ‘Ask and You shall recieve”.I’ve so completely asked.

I’m contented.Not the really-bubbly-happy-I- could- die- this- moment-contented.
Just a quiet normal contented after a long bubble bath and chilled iced tea tingling the back of my tongue and typing out everything I felt like

Lethargy is winding into the system…and I’m sleepy,my brain refuses to work…its ornamental anyways.Put my laptop to sleep and wake me up in an hour or so..Guhhh(yawn)hnight!

Post Script:You can’t sue me for Meaningless Posts.All you could do is send me more of Hate Mail.If you should know dear Hate-Mailer(s) I might graduate in hotel administration,but I already have a Phd in Shut The Fuck Up.And I would advise you (alllllll of you,)l joining grammar school.

Like I care.Bah (pronounced B-ahhh).