Life On A Loop

Presenting to you a 50 % Factful and a 50% Funda day from the life an Eighteen year old Sophomore.

There she rings at 6 A.M.The ever lasting alarm clock which even runs without a battery.
As the whole world does,he snoozes it up and drifts away to his dream land to stay in bed for ten more minutes.Time rides like a Bugatti Veyron when he is asleep and only his mom's iron rod hands can seize its engine. Slap! He gets up in a shock.He starts walking towards the bathroom as a "malnourished monkey" as his mother's screams(words of wisdom)began to subdue.The first and foremost thing that he does everyday is to pick up his cellphone and check out his Facebook news feed.And that too in a place were he used to sit idle every morning. Yes in a loo. Nowadays,his mobile seemed to be more important than this mother.."he can even live without his mother..but he cant live without his pocket size addiction".

He sits up on his bed half awake,thanks to the 2-minute-noodles like shower,wondering what dress to wear. But finally,he ends up after a round table conference with his mind and heart to wear the same shirt that he wore day before yesterday.Generally,if the dressing routine of a boy is to be summed up as a statement,

"The shirt what he would wear keeps changing day be day while his jean remains constant"

He goes to the dining only to find a bowl of cornflakes settled on milk.With his eyes as red as a parrot's beak(Reason:Late night chats with his girl friend till the ghosts go to sleep),he ties his sole tore shoes up and takes a five minute walk to the bus stand only to wait for more 15 minutes,missing his usual bus which goes as empty as his wallet.No other go,he gets in to the next bus where one can be given a medal if he/she finds a place to stand,at least to breathe.Soaked up in sweat,(a second shower apparently),he finally gets down at his college stop and starts to go on a "walk-a-thon" from his college entrance to his class,which seems to be in a different continent.By the time he walks from the place to the classroom, Rajnikant's new movie would hit the screens.After all this hardship,he enters his classroom only to find the "Osama" professor inside.What more would you expect when you are late to the class by 10 minutes? kicked out.

There are actually more places to while away the time than the number of classrooms in his college.(Can't blame the infrastructure though).So that was not a big deal for him,provided with a smart phone,he is the best time killer in the whole world who could kill better than Saddam Hussein.

There are basically two kinds of people in his class.
One,who when given a game,starts to explore the codes and algorithms behind its development.Two,who could master the game in an hour.He was apparently the second kind.
He begins to walk as it was already time for his next hour.
There enters a professor who speaks monotonously as a lifeless priest chanting mantras.
Classroom has been the best place for him to Day Dream,especially with this professor on board,it is way spontaneous as he takes the most common position to day dream,with a hand on the desk and the other supporting his chin.
(Blogger's Note: As an Observer and as a person sans the superpower of mind reading,I was not able to catch his dream).
Next comes the Lunch hour.With a little bit of patience and a pocket money of Rupees 30 a day,he usually gets the food just for the sake to fill his empty stomach and nothing other than that.The Canteen counter seemed to be a fish market.There is actually a marketing strategy which is being followed by the caterers. When there is no board or lined counters to get the token,people fight it out for the token during the peak hours. As they sweat it out to get the colored bit of paper,their body gets saturated which eventually makes them to buy an extra juice to boost them up.
(Blogger's Tip:The best way to collect the food is to find a friend of his/her who is already standing on a never ending infinite line.)

Sometimes he comes face to face with some people whom he does not want to see while he is on his way,who can spoil the mood for one whole day.I think I will better not dig in to his personal in and outs and I will rather Fast forward the day's scenes from now on because it is already getting too long for a blog.
And you know what happens after an unhealthy stomach filling lunch.A Nap,while Ppts run throughout the afternoon and a sad soul keeps explaining it to a bunch of Sleeping Beauties. It was 4 already as his classes get over.
There is no way of escaping the college while he has too much club activities to take part in.
But sometimes,he feels that anything and everything that did not not include academics is always fun.
By the time he is done with his time at the college,his route buses have dried up.Tired of waiting,he gets in to an auto with the auto man who does not even know what an Auto meter is. One can even get in to an auto which does not charge you meter wise. But one cant bear the hardship stories and the social issue stories that the auto man blabbers while you are on the auto.
And if you are in Chennai,there comes an additional bonus for you to spend some extra time with the so called socially good driver in the name of T.R.A.F.F.I.C
(If you would by any chance come to a situation where you feel like your day went well with none to fuck you up when you return back..hold on to experience the Traffic of Chennai.)

He steps into his home,with a warm welcome by the cold words of his mom for being late and unnecessarily taking an auto. But here comes a typical stereotyped Indian mother's question.
          "Did you bargain or you just took an auto and came?"
The first thing he did was to plug in the Mobile to charge.
After a prolonged fifteen minute shower, He was back at the dining to find Idly and his mom's "scold-words-on-repetition" as side dish.

It is his Record Writing time as he starts his work with his earphones on.
It was already late when he realized that he hasn't replied to his Girl Friend's WhatsApp messages.
"Girls even text cute when they are stubborn.
So this is my life.A LIFE ON A LOOP.
which is stale,solace and ponderous..which repeats itself the next day..
Apologizing time baby",he smiled.

And that was when he went in to his mobile and never came back again.