Sorry I've not updated in so long. I had no inspiration left in my body. Hopefully all will change with this post.
It's the last day of 2008, and it is time to bid the year a tearful goodbye. 2008 has been the best and worst year of my life. I experienced so many things I never thought possible, all crammed in to one year. Here's a list of what happened to me in 2008:
1. I fell in love with the most amazing guy ever.
2. Kissed a guy for the first time.
3. We broke up.
4. We got back together.
5. We broke up again.
6. We've been best friends ever since.
7. Won the CNBC TV 18 award for best documentary film.
8. Had photograph displayed in the college exhibition.
9. Got a job.
10. Got my first salary, a paltry Rs 3000.
11. Got another job.
12. Purchased a cell phone for mom's birthday.
13. Inspite of joining the gym, have not lost weight.
14. Continous and irritating visits to the Doctor.
15. Got heart broken and angry with the terror strikes in India.
16. Mom's MRI scan came out normal.
That's all, I guess. I wish 2008 would not end though, for one basic simple reason:
In five months, I will be 23 years old :'(
Ok just because I'm so bored and in order to make this post a bit longer, I'm just gonna do a random tag called 3 things. Read:
3 Things that make me laugh:
1. White Ninja Comics for it's absurd randomness
2. Sitcoms like F.R.I.E.N.D.S, How I Met Your Mother and Will & Grace
3. My sister (I know she's not a thing, but she cracks me up!)
3 Things that make me cry:
1. Watching animals in pain
2. Human interest stories on the news
3. Movies like Dumbo, Life is Beautiful and Schindler's list. [I am basically a cry baby. I can cry at the drop of a..err..tear?]
3 Things that scare me:
1. Fear of being alone
2. Losing my loved ones
3. The future
3 Things I love Reading:
1. Cosmopolitan
2. Really good books like The Road, The Reluctant Fundamentalist, etc.
3. Tinkle! I still have a subscription
3 Things I hate:
1. My job
2. Posers
3. Rahul Mahajan (Yes, HE is a thing)
3 Things I don’t understand:
1. Why RGV accompanied Vilasrao Deshmukh to see the Taj post the terror attacks
2. Why people fight over religion
3. Why I can't get a job at a place I want to
3 Things on my desk:
At office:
1. My cute red bag
2. A small dabba of chana
3. My stuffed dog called Afro
At home:
1. Whole bunch of useless papers
2. French manicure kit
3. A bottle of water
3 Things I am doing right now:
1. Yawning
2. Typing this
3. Reading The Buddha of Suburbia by Hanif Kureishi
3 Things I want to do before I die:
1. Start an NGO for stray animals
2. Backpack across the globe
3. Bungee jump
3 Things I can do:
1. Sing
2. Whistle
3. Eat
3 Things one should listen to:
1. The Beatles
2. Their inner voice
3. Me
3 Things I would never want to listen to:
1. Religious fundametalists
2. People who think men are superior to women
3. Rahul Mahajan
3 Favorite foods:
[Too many to list, but I will still try]
1. Ma's Rajma Chawal
2. Nathu's Chole Bhature
3. McDonald's McChicken meal
3 beverages I drink regularly
1. Water
2. Tea [sometimes]
3. Mosambi juice
3 TV shows I watched/books I read as a kid
1. Power Rangers
2. Enid Blyton/Roald Dahl were my Gods
3. Captain Planet
I tag YOU to do this. Yes, YOU!
I guess I shall now conclude this post, promising to do better next year.
Before I leave though, I wish you all a very Happy and Prosperous New Year! Thank you for reading and appreciating my blog, in spite of me being so irregular. It really means a lot to me!
Have fun and party safe!
Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Thursday, 18 December 2008
Wednesday, 17 December 2008
Stream of consciousness
[I had written this today during a training session. Everything will be explained, read!]
Dear all,
I really do not know what I'm doing here. Why am I here? There is a session called 'CDLG' [don't ask me what it means, cause I don't know what it means myself], the topic name is 'Interpreting...uh...something'. I don't know what I'm attending this session. Perhaps it is a different environment from my cubicle where I sit idle all day long.
This room is a closed space in the HR department of the office. It is full of computers, and the AC is switched on full blast. I'm feeling a little cold, bu I can manage. My position is such that the instructor cannot see me. I'm completely hidden behind a monitor. I wonder why such arrangements are not in college, when we would do our homework while lectures were on, and we would always get caught.
Every morning when I get up, I curse myself for having taken up this job. I hate myself every time I step into the office. I hate global recession and the fact that I cannot quit this job because no one else will hire me.
The instructor has been speaking for about 20 minutes now, and I have not heard a single word. Others around me are listening attentively, asking questions and making notes. I would have paid attention too, if I considered this to be useful. For me, it is not.
Dear all,
I really do not know what I'm doing here. Why am I here? There is a session called 'CDLG' [don't ask me what it means, cause I don't know what it means myself], the topic name is 'Interpreting...uh...something'. I don't know what I'm attending this session. Perhaps it is a different environment from my cubicle where I sit idle all day long.
This room is a closed space in the HR department of the office. It is full of computers, and the AC is switched on full blast. I'm feeling a little cold, bu I can manage. My position is such that the instructor cannot see me. I'm completely hidden behind a monitor. I wonder why such arrangements are not in college, when we would do our homework while lectures were on, and we would always get caught.
Every morning when I get up, I curse myself for having taken up this job. I hate myself every time I step into the office. I hate global recession and the fact that I cannot quit this job because no one else will hire me.
The instructor has been speaking for about 20 minutes now, and I have not heard a single word. Others around me are listening attentively, asking questions and making notes. I would have paid attention too, if I considered this to be useful. For me, it is not.
Twinkle twinkle, little star;
How I wonder what you are.
How I wonder what you are.
I just felt like writing the rhyme cause it just came to me mind. I just realized that I have not written with a pen in a very long time, so my handwriting looks really shabby. I used to have really good handwriting.
My colleague's birthday is on December 19th, and that is the only thing I am looking forward to. I'm really hankering for some cake, even though I had some on Monday.
The instructor just said 'production' and I have been transported to SCM, our shootings, and me behind the camera. I loved the feeling of holding the PD-170 in my hands, focusing, adjusting the white balance. I miss that a lot. I want to be a cameraperson/cinematographer.
Have you seen that ad for glasses where a woman is in Africa shooting the wildlife? I want to do that with my life. I want to be her.
Ok, it's been half an hour now since the session began. Usually, I would be sleeping, but writing this is making me alert.
You know what I hate? The fact that my batchmates are in jobs they love, while I'm here. Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy for them. But I hate that I'm not there with them. Getting a job in the media requires a lot of work, and believe me, I've tried. There obviously is something I lack. I just hope I find this out soon.
The instructor just said "this is just a dummy". Dummy is a funny word, isn't it? Just say it once. Dummy. Dummy! hehehe. That made me smile.
My arm has now stared to hurt from writing. I really should write something everyday. My fingers are cramping up too.
Because Mudoh told me to, I stumbled upon stumbleupon.com. It is a really good website, because it introduces you to websites/blogs that you may not have heard of, and they would be of your interest. I have been to many new websites this way. Unfortunately, my office blocks most websites, so I can't use stumbleupon. That's just sad.
It's been 40 minutes now. 20 minutes to go.
My palm really hurts. I'm pausing in the middle to massage it. Very, very sad.
I just heard 'target audience'. Advertising. I never liked advertising. It was one of my weaker subjects in SCM. My worst being FC. I sucked at it. My chair is making weird noises, like it's gonna break. But don't think it will. It just needs some lubricant.
Ok, I'm gonna nap for 10 minutes. I couldn't sleep for 10 minutes. Must have been 5.
6 more minutes to go. I'm not gonna attend any more of these sessions as they are useless to me. I'd rather sit at my desk and read a book. Speaking of which, I finished reading 1984 by George Orwell yesterday. I suggest you read it too. It will shake you and scare you out of your skull. And it's not even in the horror genre.
My colleague's birthday is on December 19th, and that is the only thing I am looking forward to. I'm really hankering for some cake, even though I had some on Monday.
The instructor just said 'production' and I have been transported to SCM, our shootings, and me behind the camera. I loved the feeling of holding the PD-170 in my hands, focusing, adjusting the white balance. I miss that a lot. I want to be a cameraperson/cinematographer.
Have you seen that ad for glasses where a woman is in Africa shooting the wildlife? I want to do that with my life. I want to be her.
Ok, it's been half an hour now since the session began. Usually, I would be sleeping, but writing this is making me alert.
You know what I hate? The fact that my batchmates are in jobs they love, while I'm here. Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy for them. But I hate that I'm not there with them. Getting a job in the media requires a lot of work, and believe me, I've tried. There obviously is something I lack. I just hope I find this out soon.
The instructor just said "this is just a dummy". Dummy is a funny word, isn't it? Just say it once. Dummy. Dummy! hehehe. That made me smile.
My arm has now stared to hurt from writing. I really should write something everyday. My fingers are cramping up too.
Because Mudoh told me to, I stumbled upon stumbleupon.com. It is a really good website, because it introduces you to websites/blogs that you may not have heard of, and they would be of your interest. I have been to many new websites this way. Unfortunately, my office blocks most websites, so I can't use stumbleupon. That's just sad.
It's been 40 minutes now. 20 minutes to go.
My palm really hurts. I'm pausing in the middle to massage it. Very, very sad.
I just heard 'target audience'. Advertising. I never liked advertising. It was one of my weaker subjects in SCM. My worst being FC. I sucked at it. My chair is making weird noises, like it's gonna break. But don't think it will. It just needs some lubricant.
Ok, I'm gonna nap for 10 minutes. I couldn't sleep for 10 minutes. Must have been 5.
6 more minutes to go. I'm not gonna attend any more of these sessions as they are useless to me. I'd rather sit at my desk and read a book. Speaking of which, I finished reading 1984 by George Orwell yesterday. I suggest you read it too. It will shake you and scare you out of your skull. And it's not even in the horror genre.
Vodafoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooone!
Dunno. Just wanted to say it.
FIB: Fuck, I'm Bored
TIFU: This Is Fucked Up
FAK:FAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaK!
TIFU: This Is Fucked Up
FAK:FAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaK!
2 more minutes to go. I hope she finishes on time. FIB!
I just heard 'there's no solution'. There's no solution is also a song by Sum 41. It's a nice song. Sum 41 is a good band.
It's 12:30. Times up! But the instructior hasn't finished yet. :(
It's 12:31 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:32 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:33 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:35 now. I'm still here.
" "12:36" "
" "12:37" "
" ":38" "
" ":39" "
" ":40" "
" ":41" "
" ":44 -> Finally, it ends! Faaaaaak!
I just heard 'there's no solution'. There's no solution is also a song by Sum 41. It's a nice song. Sum 41 is a good band.
It's 12:30. Times up! But the instructior hasn't finished yet. :(
It's 12:31 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:32 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:33 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:35 now. I'm still here.
" "12:36" "
" "12:37" "
" ":38" "
" ":39" "
" ":40" "
" ":41" "
" ":44 -> Finally, it ends! Faaaaaak!
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Writer's block.
Have nothing to write about.
Boring.
Bored.
Boredom.
Depressing.
Will come back when Shakespeare's ghost comes back to me. (Yes, I keep him trapped in a glass bottle. Unfortunately, he escaped a few days ago)
Bye. I miss you. :'(
Boring.
Bored.
Boredom.
Depressing.
Will come back when Shakespeare's ghost comes back to me. (Yes, I keep him trapped in a glass bottle. Unfortunately, he escaped a few days ago)
Bye. I miss you. :'(
Friday, 12 December 2008
Thursday, 11 December 2008
Sigh.. :)
Love
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.
-Pablo Neruda
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.
-Pablo Neruda
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Some clarification
Found this on google while searching for own blog:
Read the original post here
Thank you.
Read the original post here
Thank you.
Monday, 8 December 2008
Here comes another one!
The Song tag! Think..Nostalgia and music! Finish the list and then tag three people to do it!
1. Song most listened to during school years: Quit Playing Games with My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. { : }
2. Song during college years: Wake me up when September Ends by Green Day
3. Song during first love: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
4. Song during first heartbreak: Forever by Papa Roach
5. Song for all seasons: Hey Jude by The Beatles
6. Song you'd headbang to: Chop Suey by System of a Down and Cyanide by Metallica
7. Song you'd dance to: ...To Be Loved by Papa Roach
8. Song for gymming: Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
9. Song for long walks: Any The Doors' album
10. Song for drives: You Make Me Smile by Blue October
11. Song for mornings: Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall
12. Song for parties: Soulja boy!
13. Song when stressed: Thin Air by Pearl Jam
14. Song when cheerful: New Shoes by Paolo Nutini
15. Song when romantic: Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's
16. Song when mad as hell: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor
17. Song that you'd serenade a girl/guy with: You Really Got A Hold On Me by The Beatles
18. Song you'd like to be seranaded with: P.S. I Love You by The Beatles [The Beatles have a song for every occasion!]
19. Song you'd dedicate to any person in the world: Get the Fuck out of my way! by The Bloody B.C.'s, dedicated to Mudoh! :D
20. Song of a legend: Message in the Bottle by Police
21. Song that others connect you with: Imagine by John Lennon
22. Song that best describes you: My Heart Is a Fist by Papa Roach
People I tag to do this:
1. Nikki
2. Zephyr
3. AnnaChronism
Keep On Rawking, yo! :D
1. Song most listened to during school years: Quit Playing Games with My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. { : }
2. Song during college years: Wake me up when September Ends by Green Day
3. Song during first love: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
4. Song during first heartbreak: Forever by Papa Roach
5. Song for all seasons: Hey Jude by The Beatles
6. Song you'd headbang to: Chop Suey by System of a Down and Cyanide by Metallica
7. Song you'd dance to: ...To Be Loved by Papa Roach
8. Song for gymming: Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
9. Song for long walks: Any The Doors' album
10. Song for drives: You Make Me Smile by Blue October
11. Song for mornings: Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall
12. Song for parties: Soulja boy!
13. Song when stressed: Thin Air by Pearl Jam
14. Song when cheerful: New Shoes by Paolo Nutini
15. Song when romantic: Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's
16. Song when mad as hell: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor
17. Song that you'd serenade a girl/guy with: You Really Got A Hold On Me by The Beatles
18. Song you'd like to be seranaded with: P.S. I Love You by The Beatles [The Beatles have a song for every occasion!]
19. Song you'd dedicate to any person in the world: Get the Fuck out of my way! by The Bloody B.C.'s, dedicated to Mudoh! :D
20. Song of a legend: Message in the Bottle by Police
21. Song that others connect you with: Imagine by John Lennon
22. Song that best describes you: My Heart Is a Fist by Papa Roach
People I tag to do this:
1. Nikki
2. Zephyr
3. AnnaChronism
Keep On Rawking, yo! :D
Sunday, 7 December 2008
Let's hit the mall!
If you didn't know this already, I love the mall. It is the best place to go to, and it caters to people of all kind. So what to do when you're really hungry at the mall? Hit the food court!! However, after close observation of the people who do visit the food court, I find it very simple to club them into groups. They are as follows:
1. The family: They arrive in huge packs - from dada-dadi, nana-nani to the one month old hanging from pappa's arm, they all come to celebrate family togetherness. They represent Karan Johar's 'Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham' to the T...it's all about loving the family after all!
Food court behaviour: They club twenty tables together and order food from every possible destination, usually creating a big mess. The children run around the tables, screaming, throwing tantrums. This group usually takes the longest to finish their meals.
2. The lovers: They have eyes only for each other. They occupy tables at the food court's most secluded spots, the khopcha corner. Loud sighs, girly giggles abound. It's just the two of them in the mall, and no one else apparantly matters!
Food court behaviour: They don't order individual meals (if at all!). It's just one plate of whatever (usually chaat, as I've observed!) which they lovingly feed each other with a plastic spoon. This group usually does not leave their tables till the girl gets an angry phone call from mummy asking her where she is.
3. The 'happy fraandsip day' teens: These arrive in huge packs too, twenty to thirty at a time. This group comes to the mall/food court only on special occasions like fraansip day, which is probably the most important day in their lives.
Food court behaviour: This group clubs tables together as well, and usually show up at rush hour. They don't order any food, and just sit around writing 'happy fransip day' with markers on each other's hands and tying the fransip bands. They are even louder than The Family, and twice as annoying.
4. The extremely broke teens: These arrive in a tiny group, maximum four. They come just to the food court for some respite from their mundane school/college lives, but they are too broke to afford anything above Rs. 20/-
Food court behaviour: They will all sit at only one table and will share one thing between all of them. This is usually steamed corn or a cup of ice-cream. Money is shared, and the person who pays constantly reminds everyone that they owe him/her Rs. 10.50/-
5. The Cynics: This is the category I belong to. They are cynical of everything and everyone around them, and look at each and every person with cynicism.
Food court behaviour: They only stick to their kind, and comment on each and every person in the mall. They have an opinion on everyone. Some usually write about their observations in a blog.
Much like this one.
1. The family: They arrive in huge packs - from dada-dadi, nana-nani to the one month old hanging from pappa's arm, they all come to celebrate family togetherness. They represent Karan Johar's 'Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham' to the T...it's all about loving the family after all!
Food court behaviour: They club twenty tables together and order food from every possible destination, usually creating a big mess. The children run around the tables, screaming, throwing tantrums. This group usually takes the longest to finish their meals.
2. The lovers: They have eyes only for each other. They occupy tables at the food court's most secluded spots, the khopcha corner. Loud sighs, girly giggles abound. It's just the two of them in the mall, and no one else apparantly matters!
Food court behaviour: They don't order individual meals (if at all!). It's just one plate of whatever (usually chaat, as I've observed!) which they lovingly feed each other with a plastic spoon. This group usually does not leave their tables till the girl gets an angry phone call from mummy asking her where she is.
3. The 'happy fraandsip day' teens: These arrive in huge packs too, twenty to thirty at a time. This group comes to the mall/food court only on special occasions like fraansip day, which is probably the most important day in their lives.
Food court behaviour: This group clubs tables together as well, and usually show up at rush hour. They don't order any food, and just sit around writing 'happy fransip day' with markers on each other's hands and tying the fransip bands. They are even louder than The Family, and twice as annoying.
4. The extremely broke teens: These arrive in a tiny group, maximum four. They come just to the food court for some respite from their mundane school/college lives, but they are too broke to afford anything above Rs. 20/-
Food court behaviour: They will all sit at only one table and will share one thing between all of them. This is usually steamed corn or a cup of ice-cream. Money is shared, and the person who pays constantly reminds everyone that they owe him/her Rs. 10.50/-
5. The Cynics: This is the category I belong to. They are cynical of everything and everyone around them, and look at each and every person with cynicism.
Food court behaviour: They only stick to their kind, and comment on each and every person in the mall. They have an opinion on everyone. Some usually write about their observations in a blog.
Much like this one.
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Quotes you will remember forever!
"Grumpiness is related to cynicysm. Hence, when I'm old, I'll love to be a grump"
"I love gays in a non-gay way"
"News channels are like headless chicken. They run around a story, and then they [the story] die."
"Just like not everyone is meant to succeed, not everyone is destined to be a failure"
"Regular bloggers write blogs. But my blog contains no post. This is originality! Originality man! Originality!"
- The GREAT Mudoh (Jasmeet)
"This is not traffic. This is trafuck"
- I-was-forced-to-write-this-post-Iggy
I can't think a good title for this post, but you should read it anyway cause it's going to be funny.
In my second year at Mithibai college, I was blessed to be in the presence of a professor called Mr. B (I am not going to reveal his identitity cause there might be people from Mithibai reading this!)
He 'taught' us a subject called Fundamental Concept, which was basically a good class to attend if you have insomnia. Sleep was guarenteed. He would basically drone on about our Human Rights and Freedoms and Duties. Don't get me wrong, the subject is very interesting. But Mr. B had his own method of teaching. He would basically come to class and recite a whole chapter out loud and leave. No scope for questions, cause he didn't even breathe in the middle while he recited.
However, there was something very peculiar about Mr B. He had a full head of red hair. Not natural, of course. The red that came from really bad henna. The colour was inconsistent too. Somewhere it was red, behind his ears it was orange and at the nape of his neck, his hair was white. It was like a lunar eclipse when he would show up in class. And for those who bothered to attend, they would be subject to 40 minutes of droning, and watching his shiny red hair.
One day, I made a decision to *finally* attend his class (not having done so before). So he entered, and began his usual 'teaching'. I stifled a yawn, trying to protect my eyes from his hair. Out of nowhere, a joke crept in to my mind, and I had the urge to immediately share this joke with RadRid, who would sit next to me. I scribbled something on her notebook and passed it to her.
She read the contents and giggled. Now Mr B, who is usually oblivious of what is happening around him, looked up from his book and saw her giggling.
"Yes, what is the matter?"
I froze, so did RadRid.
"Uhh...Nothing sir!"
"Show me the book"
Crap.Crap.Crap. That's all my mind could think.
So he took the notebook and went back to his desk. He read the contents too.
"Oh, so it's a joke about me." he said in an uninterested voice.
RadRid and I were sweating bullets at this point.
And then, he did something that I never imagined he would. He read the joke out loud.
"Why did the students run away from Mr B's class?
Because it was declared Red Alert"
As you can imagine, the class imediatelly broke into laughter (I was quite surprised so many were in class! Usually his lectures had only 4-5 people!) Mr B wasn't laughing, with good reason. I apologised immediately, but he just shrugged.
I thought we'd be told to leave class, or our attendance would be cancelled. But nothing like that happened. He just returned the book to RadRid and resumed his class. And he didn't take any action against us after this incident.
But he did take one action regarding the joke.
He stopped colouring his hair.
He 'taught' us a subject called Fundamental Concept, which was basically a good class to attend if you have insomnia. Sleep was guarenteed. He would basically drone on about our Human Rights and Freedoms and Duties. Don't get me wrong, the subject is very interesting. But Mr. B had his own method of teaching. He would basically come to class and recite a whole chapter out loud and leave. No scope for questions, cause he didn't even breathe in the middle while he recited.
However, there was something very peculiar about Mr B. He had a full head of red hair. Not natural, of course. The red that came from really bad henna. The colour was inconsistent too. Somewhere it was red, behind his ears it was orange and at the nape of his neck, his hair was white. It was like a lunar eclipse when he would show up in class. And for those who bothered to attend, they would be subject to 40 minutes of droning, and watching his shiny red hair.
One day, I made a decision to *finally* attend his class (not having done so before). So he entered, and began his usual 'teaching'. I stifled a yawn, trying to protect my eyes from his hair. Out of nowhere, a joke crept in to my mind, and I had the urge to immediately share this joke with RadRid, who would sit next to me. I scribbled something on her notebook and passed it to her.
She read the contents and giggled. Now Mr B, who is usually oblivious of what is happening around him, looked up from his book and saw her giggling.
"Yes, what is the matter?"
I froze, so did RadRid.
"Uhh...Nothing sir!"
"Show me the book"
Crap.Crap.Crap. That's all my mind could think.
So he took the notebook and went back to his desk. He read the contents too.
"Oh, so it's a joke about me." he said in an uninterested voice.
RadRid and I were sweating bullets at this point.
And then, he did something that I never imagined he would. He read the joke out loud.
"Why did the students run away from Mr B's class?
Because it was declared Red Alert"
As you can imagine, the class imediatelly broke into laughter (I was quite surprised so many were in class! Usually his lectures had only 4-5 people!) Mr B wasn't laughing, with good reason. I apologised immediately, but he just shrugged.
I thought we'd be told to leave class, or our attendance would be cancelled. But nothing like that happened. He just returned the book to RadRid and resumed his class. And he didn't take any action against us after this incident.
But he did take one action regarding the joke.
He stopped colouring his hair.
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