Is it the End of the World Yet?

I walk down a dark, cold, empty corridor. There is urgency in my walk. Something or someone is after me. I am not sure what I am doing in such a place but I have a feeling I have some business there. I reach the end of the corridor to find a locked door. I want to open that door. I feel with all my heart that the reason why I am in such a cold, dark place, being chased by an unknown thing or things lies beyond that door. I want that thing so bad. It is like a treasure to me. My pulse quickens, my breathing gets faster and I realize that my hands are sweating with excitement and fear as I feel my predator catching up to me. I try to break in but I can’t, the door is too strong. I can feel the predator getting closer. I search my pockets and find a paperclip inside. I set to pick the lock while looking over my shoulder for the predator. Suddenly there is an earthquake. The whole world starts to shake violently. I feel the death knocking at my door. I work faster on the lock. I have to get to that mysterious thing, before the world crumbles down to dust. There is music. I am not sure where that is coming from. I have succeeded in picking the lock. The earthquake has gotten stronger. The music has gotten louder. I am going to meet my end very soon. I have to move quickly; have to get that thing before I die. I kick at the door to open it. The music has become deafening now. I cannot take it anymore. I close my eyes and put fingers in my ears to block out the sound but it wouldn’t go away. I want it to stop but it just wouldn’t stop. I open my eyes again. It takes me a moment to realize where I am. I am in my room. The music is still there, though not that deafening and the earthquake has subsided to mere vibrations. I search my room for the source of music and vibrations to find my cell phone ringing and I realize it was all a dream.

I looked at the phone to see who this discourteous caller was who had woke me up early in the morning and denied me a treat of knowing and having what was beyond that door to find that it was my best friend. I picked up the phone, thinking this better be good, and said hello? and my friend replied “soo tou nahe raha tha? Yaar nastha hee keraa day please!”

I am not sure what exactly my reply was, but I haven’t heard from him in three days (dil per lay gaya baat) ;)


P.S. This is from second week of July. Summer break had just started then. :) Found it among other things that do not find their way up here. Oh and I did not hear from him for 9 days. Kuch zayada he dil per lay gaya tha :P

Real Life Severus Snape!

Cannot believe it has been 2 weeks since the school started. It seems like I am still on vacation or something due to my extremely weird and partly messed up class schedule this semester. The only good thing about it is that I have only one 8 am class as opposed to 8 am classes throughout the week which had been the norm for the past 3 years. I have school on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. One would think what the hell am I complaining about, it is pretty pretty schedule. But I tend to get lazy with a day off almost every other day so getting into a momentum or routine so far has been a problem. And also a one day weekend is no fun at all. -.-

Anyway, this semester I have a teacher who can give Professor Snape form Harry Potter run for his money. This was first pointed out by my friend sitting next to me and I realized he was quite right. There is uncanny resemblance between the two. Both have greasy hair, both talk slowly in their drawling voices, both have a natural gift at keeping the class quiet without any effort, both are extremely rude, and if you look closely you would think they look the same as well. He started the class off by “interrogating” people about their backgrounds, knowledge of econometrics, different statistical models, and soft-wares. I was his first victim and he asked me about such econometric techniques that I had never ever heard of them. One by one other students were interrogated, with him running a constant commentary on how very limited our knowledge was in the field of econometrics. Don’t know what he was expecting from students who had taken a course in econometrics two semesters ago and were coming back to school after a month off. Anyhow, a friend of mine was sitting two rows ahead of me and soon it was to be her turn. Her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, face was red from blushing, and was possibly perspiring as well. But luckily for her the class ended just before it was her turn. Later on while walking to the next class she told me that she knows exactly how poor Neville Longbottom felt in Snape’s presence. LOL