Just Chill !

Yesterday was different, after a long while. In spite of being a Tuesday, I woke up only by 11am and it felt so good (hope my Mom does not get to see this one, else I am done for). As any other holiday usually has been, this one too was unwritten, unplanned and undefined. So the usual spark ignition kinda system seemed to have gone out of fuel for a while. After a bath, I felt a bit better, but in no real mood to work. So followed the next default step, a visit to the doctor, my friend. Do not, by any chance mistake the visit for anything medical, because she is a vet (now i bet you must have vindicated your doubts of it being a medical visit). Anyways she is one great holiday planner. So there we set out all of a sudden for a lunch at a nearby restaurant. 


The empty stomach was in great expectations, but Alas! the food failed miserably in tickling any of our taste buds. I really wanted to leave the plate clean, but then the situation would have gone out of control if I tried any harder. Hence, the final choice, give up. It always hurts to do that. It reminds me of those childhood days when Mom used to make me eat neatly, not even letting me leave behind a morsel in the plate. She always told me about those poor, emaciated kids around the world who were even ready to have from waste bins because they had no choice unlike me. The first picture it always brought to my mind was glimpses of the Somalian kids in the title song of this program called "Living on the Edge" which used to be telecast on DD every week. And then the food would just make its way in easily, making no more complaints. Anyways after coming here, I have made  it a bad habit to waste at least twice a week. If the aura of the mess prognosticates of the chances of food wastage, I make it straight to the milk counter, again the peremptoriness that develops due to having a chance to choose. But that sure is at least better than wasting food. Still there do come times when I forcefully make myself forget those emaciated figures and end up dumping food. There is nothing on this earth that I ever kept from my Mom, but this one thing I never ever dared to tell her. Wish I could some day become a more responsible being. 


Well that was just an hour of the whole day. After coming back, we listened to some music, tried watching some movies, but nothing looked any interesting because the rightful activity to have followed the lunch was a nap. So we parted ways for the time being. Since afternoon naps have always been an issue for me when not at home, even that somehow looked uninteresting. So got back to this life saver to figure out some new time pass. All efforts seemed to be going futile, and back to square one, chatting, the perpetual love. There, it was evening before I could even make out. Chatting is this one seductive thingy, keeps me bound to it, that I always lose track of time. Precautionary measures that only work are putting the system to deep sleep, or forcefully signing out of all those hyper-networking apps and thinking of the CG system. That works wonders, trust me. Right now there seemed to be no reasons to use any of those, so I just carried on gleefully. 


Another favorite activity on the list has always been going for a stroll and so accompanied another friend on one, and killed another half an hour there. This one was fruitful though, got some gyan on how to choose electives and also some info that was about me, but so much not in my knowledge. That was one session which helped me do some rectification and clarifications. 


All this was followed by the most looked forward event of the day, some time with another set of friends here. The doc was there too. She is one best friend, so it is almost like a twin effect, wherever we go, we mostly make it together. This one was an altogether different experience after coming to college. Got to help with some cooking after a long while. Our rock band singer was the chef and she cooked us some delicious Kerala delicacies. Did someone tell me that good singers make great cooks? PJs apart, lets get back to the job. She was too inclined in doing all the cooking herself. So our duties narrowed down to just dicing and cleaning, the backend stuff (the word reminds me of those software projects that I ever got to lay my hands on). That does not take much time so we got to playing some dumb charades, for me it was after two whole years maybe. The last time I played the game was probably at the Talentine competitions at HCL. It felt good getting to do the acting and the interpreting all over again. This is one fun game, it can work like laughing gas when played in the lightest of moods. And one more fact to be noted, that we were in the company of a fourth person who utters something funny every another second she opes her mouth. So that made way for a lot of laughter, at the FPM hostel for a change. 


Then we were all busy locating our houses on Google Earth. I was stupid enough not to make out mine. These places look so different in the plan view. I probably had to be shown an elevation to make my brains work. Anyways that endeavor was deserted halfway through and we turned our concentration to the sumptuous food. The singer proved an impressive cook and thanks to her, I had no reasons to think of  "Living on the Edge" show at the dinner table ( not exactly table, we dined on the bed). As the saying goes, dinner with friends can never ever be hampered by hurdles like table manners. So there we were, talking away and laughing our way to satisfaction. Our hostess and the chatterbox took turns to keep us involved with their share of experiences and stories. The doc and me were entrusted with the laughing part. The chatterbox had so many stories to share, she had a story lined up behind every single word that she uttered. That slid the clock needle a bit too fast and it was time to let our dear hostess get some sleep after a long day. So the three of us set off for our respective rooms. That was just another day of my life, but one special day indeed, because it is rarely that we get any idle time here. That reminds me of a poem that was taught in the smaller classes.


What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
                                                     -William Henry Davies