First day of my last semester...

I was feeling restless on the day when the doors of the gaol opened again. Despite my best efforts at taking my sight off the same old junkyard of scarecrows; where they were standing right in front of the department which is considered as the most awful moment for a student entering into one’s department on the reopening day of bright and last semester in one’s college life.

I opted for the stairs which was the only option available; no butterflies, no birds, and no tender coconuts. As a matter of fact it was the heaven of Bachelor’s in their unique philosophy; next, to the shouts of what meaning such a bloody tragedy could have, I have to admit that I hardly touched err... spoke to a girl in our college.

I entered the class and sat down at the last desk (view point which mainly focuses MBA department) [:p], glum and disheartened.

Cling! Cling! Cling! The bell rang.... I asked myself “What now, Tolstoy?” Something was going on really wrong and it was a HOT black orang-utan that arrived, who suffers from psycho sexual disorder (If you ask my chap Saby you’d come to know more about it... :P) and started noting down the frequencies of our presence... Oh my god... Gosh! He was my so called pedagogue. I was let down, but I heard something which was like honey flowing into my ears... Noddle of our domain was kicked out of his seat, the old one doesn’t deserve to sit in that chair; not even for one trillionth of an atto second (10^-18 sec), I wonder how he got his doctorate. Hope the new one is good.

The next class began and it was a lady... lady... lady staff. She was gorgeous, curvy, fair, romantic...grr... it is not the looks I stress upon... She is far better than any other men staff... polite, gentle, fluent, in depth knowledge in subject and the way in which she moves with the students beats every other staff in 9:1 ratio(except for few). But conversation was easy to come by and so, experienced a spry in our class.

I was walking towards the bus faster with the hands inside the pockets. The usage of the word faster here in the most relaxed sense. I chose the demeanour- calm, quiet and introspective- did something to soothe my shattered self for worthless reasons which used to linger my mind quiet often. I parked my ass behind the girl’s seat and the seat before me was occupied by some insane girl and the one whom I didn’t like from the early days of college. But she had some pulchritudinous features :d. I have never been so close to her before, I tried hard clinging to the window but, she was a botanical garden with lot of curves who made me focus on her. But she belongs to someone else so am I. For the first time superabundant gush was such a shock that I became incoherent and my face collapsed (definitely not because of that girl but some other weird reason) and I fainted in the arms of nobody but on the window and finally managed myself to reach home.