Just a normal day
"Jeez my keyboard is so dusty" I think as I clean away those teeny tiny dust particles from the keyboard. "It's been months since I wrote something. Maybe I should write something, just to knock that rusty brain of mine" I decided and brought the computer back to life. And this is why I'm writing this story. How my normal day will look like. So, I can assure you this won't be as interesting as my previous posts ( if at all they seemed interesting to you).
What a best way to kick start my day, speakers blaring pumping up everyone's mood around and everyone were high on music (and of course marijuana) . Cool breeze escaping my messy hair and the air echoing from a distance " ten feet tall oh hoo ooo oh, ten feet tall...." I'm at the Afrojack's concert. Suddenly it started raining. Wait a mi... whooseee it's raining flood. *Splash* The portal between my dream and the reality was successfully shunned by my mom and I fall back to reality akin to how Ironman awesomely falls back to earth unconsciously in Avengers. slowly I realize that the song "ten feet tall" was my alarm tone, the cool breeze from the window slightly open and some early morning smoker puffing his cigars. what a worst way to start my day.
Now starts my daily routine.
1.Look at the clock
2.Allocate time accordingly to do all daily activities inside the bathroom.
3.Get out and check for delay. if not smile and move on to step 4. else hurry up.
4.Dress up (or rather I'd love to say suit up).
5.Eat what is served and thou shall not enjoy what's served.
6.Check for mobile, wallet(irrespective of the cash inside) and college identity card. Oh yeah the bag(irrespective of what's inside).
7.Look at the clock and see if "lift from regular unknown strangers" is required .
8. Reach the bus stop in time.
I somehow follow these routine perfectly. Guess it's one of the traits of an engineering guy.
The first thing id ask my junior " route 8 poocha". I will be relived if he shakes his head. else its a nightmare in a daytime to catch an out-bus and reach college. But fortunately on that particular normal day he shook his head. It was like a dose of relief for the Monday morning sickness. Especially for a person like me who isn't diurnal in nature. That day I was very natty. Pressed shirt and new jean. I never felt so awesome when I admired my awesomeness in front of my mirror that day. At last my bus arrived, that stupid bus along with its fetidness. It only makes me hostile to others. I let my juniors board the bus first and then myself. I occupied the last but before seat - a three seater(only for final years). Behind me were the two most irritating prattle sisters. They would continue to talk even though if the world would depend on them. If you eavesdrop their conversation you could be aware of all the hidden hot affairs and hot happenings in the college. I plugged my ear with my new Sony double bass equalizer earphones I received the previous day from Flipkart. Soon I doused off listening to Lana Del Ray's Young and beautiful. Melodies make me sleep quickly. After say a decade dream years later someone patted me and I knew it's college. I looked up and shit it was those prattle sisters. I strolled towards my classroom wondering who all would come to know that I overslept in bus and my face looked so oily. I washed my face and made sure i looked physically viable enough to face all my boring classes. The only period of time I'd love to be a part of it is the lunch break and the mini break. Apart from it I love the subject called Principles Of Management, not because of the nature of the subject but because of the faculty who handles it. He never gives a fuck about who is listening. All he wants is a class filled with students who could keep quiet. I would not disturb him and that's my period to sleep. See why I told I love this particular period?
I somehow struggled past those darting lectures and hours of boredom and finally its Lunch time. Yaaayyy!!!! Lunch time is when I get to see the epitome of pulchritude. When I see her all my inimical behavior evaporates and I will be filled with licentious thoughts. As I enjoy those thoughts for a couple of seconds my "good me" comes and gives me a mental smack on my head. I will have to scotch off those thoughts and one more look and I'll be completely enamored with her. But the problem so far was that she has no idea that such a soul was ogling at her. Apparently that day she unintentionally caught me looking at her. Oh boy oh boy. Couldn't I not blush in front of her. Damn it. yes I did. I was blushing the shit outta me. I had no idea why I couldn't stop blushing. It was then the Ted Mosby of me peeped out. " Does she find your blushing offensive?"," Oh wait a minute, I know why you are blushing so badly, cause she's the one."(typical Mosby). She smiled back and waved at me. what a surprise she waved at me. She waved at ME. That very place was my Elysium. I waved her back and gave an embarrassed smile for ogling at her so obviously. She acknowledged it and showed a hint of smile across her lips. That was more than what was needed for the day. All these happened in a matter of minutes. Turning back, I headed to my classroom. Sat in my place. never slept for the rest of my boring classes that day. I was greeting everyone with a smile as though l was high on weed.
Final bell rang and i walked across her class hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Nah i didn't. But to my surprise i caught her watching me searching for her. All these days not a single time she saw me and all of a sudden twice within the last 5 hours? *she's the one she's the one shouted my man Mosby* I ran my fingers onto my shiny hair and smiled. she gestured to give me company till my bus. She and I walked slowly towards her bus and she never really was interested in getting on the bus. we spoke for a while sharing funny moments like how i used to check her out and all the nonsense i did/ will do to get to spend sometime like this.Before she boarded the bus she slipped a yellow note into my pocket and said "Open it once you settle in your bus and you'll know what to do". I expected the note would have said something i expected too much. well yeah it was too much and that's not what she wrote. Inside that perfectly folded yellow note was her number. okay im really satisfied with what i got. Not bad on the first day i thought and mental patted myself. Again earphones plugged. Josh Krajcik's Let me hold you playing and my First message to her " Just a normal day".
Moral of the story?
With a little bit of imagination you could use the 10 GRE words you've learnt for that day in a story of your own. Well after all it was just a normal day that day. *wink*
*Whatsapp message notification rings* oops time to go. Bye. Catch you people later.
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