Echo-nomics...

Dada! Ek cup coffee, samosa hai ? Yaar.. ghar chalo! I am dead tired, priyanka picked her cup of coffee, dada account mein likh lena, we walked towards the gate. It was 7:30 in the evening, was damn late and terribly tired too.

Days when getting back home seems bliss.. entering into your dis-organized room suddenly makes everything appear so organized in your life, wish all the mothers in the world could understand that we relate well and our mind only respond to the mess in our rooms. It feels so much like us, when we sit on the bunch of piled up clothes on the bed as it reminds us what we wore yesterday, so we don’t repeat that, or that kurkure packet on the table next to my bed reminds me of my new year resolution ‘say no to junk’ while i gulp few bites from that pack, realizing its two days old, phew! (So, i’m actually sticking to my resolution, i didn’t touch the pack for two days, or may else I was busy exploring other snacks) who knows!

It tells me, I’m some phoenix, who dies everyday in this college and gets up again from slumber the next morning.

Did you do the research? Sir, seems angry, he needs it on his table by 10 am.. you already half-an-hour late dear. Priyanka is the college reporter by choice and my friend by fate, running a news service which tells you all the news which you never dread to hear again. Priyanka, tell me, Is the world going to crash because of global warming or Why did India lose match last night? Oh! They were not in form, so am i girl.. good morning, (update someone else) I have to go.

The day just doesn’t end here infact it gives you a picture-perfect view of how tomorrow’s day going to be like. (I imagine myself standing in Mr. Bhatt’s room explaining which natural calamity repelled me from submitting my research file to him).

This, gives me another reason to leave early from college and bunk classes as I have to look for reasons about my invisible research file to Mr. bhatt, huh! I am busy, yet so free to call up my friend and discuss about new movies to be watched after I get free from Mr. Bhatt’s two-minutes lecture (Smriti you are not allowed to attend my next two classes) in his huge room which can easily accommodate 5-7 people but, given to one. ( Are homeless people listening, sue him, or at least put a PIL demanding what does he even do in there for 12 hours everyday. Can’t he put it on rent for the rest of the hours and make some money and help the poor economy, proving a point of being an economic teacher). J