Thoughts...Of not much significance

Friday evening after a bizarre week and an equally tiring day to end it all, sees me sitting here typing in words which I feel would make me feel better. Thoughts I've been wanting to write down for a long time to make memories for the future. To be precise, this is "the idle mind" at its idlest.



I've wondered for a long time why everyday the same routine has to be followed. Why can't there be a change in the monotony? Getting up at the same time, doing the same things, catching the same old crowded bus to college, semi-listening to what the teachers are paid to teach, mindlessly meandering to a wholly different place, the effect of which is a notebook with scrawls even a 4 year old kid would have been proud of, lunch at 12 30, two more hours of sporadically mundane lectures, the long ride back home, the evening after, are the stuff I'm talking about.

Get my point? Atleast a bit I guess.

The time I go to sleep is preferably one of my favorite times of the day. Thought come in full flow. The time you reflect on stuff which are least related and laugh at your own thoughts. The time when you nod off before you realise that you are getting sleepier by the minute. The time when there exists no fine line between dreams and reality.

Get my point? Atleast a bit, I guess.


But whatever said, you cannot change it but only think of how it would be if it got changed. Even in the monotony there crops up something or the other which makes the day least of all monotonous. The change of the lunch location from the classroom to the terrace where the wind blows with all its might, the photo sessions and loud chats in the terrace after lunch with no one to stop us, the many pass-games (Don't ask me about this..:P ), The many jokes shared, comments passed, the funny looks got after the comment is heard by the person it was aimed at, Old friends coming to your college, The fight for the last mento, the happy times at cafe vallatey/RV cakes, The times spent ottifying PV with just a look and a snide smile ( Me is devilish :) ), The talks which make no sense with ganesh and ET on the way back home, the creative discussions with Harry during class and getting caught for doing so, Times spent happily chatting away to glory with Niveditha / Mary ending either with Niveditha having a snug expression on her face/ Mary laughing out loud ( She always does for that matter :P) / me being just the same, The various sangams and the fun with the gang ( Anbu, Gilli, Visak, Karthik, Sid, Vibhu, Ganesh, Et), The numerous times we had asked for a teacher to allow us to go to the library, 5 minutes after which we could be seen with a coffee in hand at the Im canteen, the things you learn even through the backchat, table scribbles, and the numerous messages sent, the one good period which makes it worth attending the day, and stuff like that do add some color.

You get my point? I hope so.



You get the satisfaction of having done something even though you never get to "see" what it is that you have accomplished. After all this you end up with a good feeling which lingers. You can't see it but somehow you feel you've done something good. The feeling you got at school visits you all over again and you can't help but feel "Another great day". Now it is friday night. The week has drawn to a close. Almost. Memories are all that's left behind. I go to sleep with the hope, almost willing that I would revisit these memories next monday, if not something better.

Now, you get my point? If not, get a life...

(The little guy looks contented. Doesn't he?)