The TRANSPORTATION Problem

A day in the life of a CETian

may 12 2009,

rise and shine ....my day begins..... the day goes wonderfully well until i plan to go to college...since it is study leave time the college buses plying my route are cancelled so i should 1.opt for public transport or 2.decide not to go to college....since i cant rest without prowling around the college today i chosse,though grudgingly , option 1. i set out with a heavy heart towards the bus stop....since i have lately turned into an optimist, i beleive that a decent kulathoor bus( decent in the sense it doesnt have limbs and heads of people sticking out of every possible opening).....

At the bus stop....
for the first half an hour i do not pay any attention to other buses as i am sure that my bus would come......15 minutes later i doubt my beleif and decide i would get into a kulathoor bus even if it is crowded....still 15 minutes later even the crowded bus seems a distant hope and leaving my optimism at my feet i decide to board the next bus....
the next bus is ,incidentally, a very crowded one but to keep my word i get on and brace myself for the ride....after a short distance but a very long ride we reach ulloor and i get down ...phase 1 of my journey successfully completed...
ulloor is a place which receives 50 percent of the suns rays on a global scale and having fortunately worn black i selfishly absorb all of it ....after another 15 minutes i am half cooked and turn golden brown ;and still no sign of the kulathoor bus i get on board an attingal bus....again the entire world seems to be headed for my destination...i wedge myself into what looks like a void....either due to my height or due to my passive wooden expression, people usually mistake me for a rod and by the time the bus reaches chavadimukku i have several women clinging on to me for dear life....i detach myself from them and squeeze out .....after safely landing on solid earth i turn back and wonder ..where was the space i came from?...the bus resumes its journey like a container containing a large compressible fluid.... phase 2 successfully completed!

now the walk begins...
since i detest carrying an umbrella the sun again bears me faithful company and after 5 minutes of walking a fully cooked me mount the college stairs and head to the class...

and then to hours of soldering a mini project that eventually did not work......skipped lunch didnt get time to have tea and then fortunately got a bus that took me home ....
good day
good day...

Being Blank

The state of blankdom is the state i occupy the most these days.... i can spent hours staring at a single object and to outsiders it may occur that i am either dreaming or thinking something serious or am desp but all i am doing is being blank......it has been good so long but now things are getting slightly out of control......exams are approaching and no sooner than i open my book blankdom settles in.....my father said that being able to be blank is a great asset...only two kinds of people could do that ....1.extremely intelligent ones....just as i was about to fly sky high he added 2. extremely stupid ones like you.....
this state has become my constant companion....it is my way of entertainment during class hours.....i ll be staring at the teachers face with periodic rhythmic motions of the head to indicate that i am grasping everything while my thoughts will be tuned to some other frequency..... it has also become my best defense option...when someone tells me something i dont want to hear i turn off, when i am angry i turn off...things got to such an extent that for a few days i was turned off completely....giving slow replies,staring at familiar faces as if i dont recognise and not acknowledging the presence of people in the same room as me....my cousins attribute it to insanity but i think i am still on the right side of sanity......

Worries

I have been deeply worried for the past few days.....the mini project submission is due on wenesday and we are still on square one.....and the guy we trusted our pcb fabrication with has succeeded in nothing save teaching me some facts:
1. i hate cheats
2. i am not fit to run a business
3. being polite is not always good....
4. i am very silly...i get worried over anything and everything

after running aournd for over a week we are still where we started.....and my spirits are at an all time low.....yes i have only this small worry in this world (gud enuf)....but it is getting to my nerves....

the guy at zoom (whom we now call fraud) doesnt believe our circuit will work...but he took a week to realise that....and one day from submission he tells us confidently that it aint gonna work.....
:-(

rhyme: The Ideal Guy

yet another attempt at an unsadistic poem.

his eyes as dark as his dark brown hair
with a voice so sweet and a face so fair

with a guarded poise and his head held high
with a catch in his voice and a twinkle in his eye

who is well read, a man of the world
wise as his years and true to his word

ever so pleasant ,ready with a smile
with looks unique, has his own style

who can talk easy,with a tinge of fun
thats the guy i wish to have won.

RHYME: Glimpses

In memory of a train journey.

Fleeting glimpses of greenish hue,
in the misty cold of the morning haze.

thousand suns sparkle from deadened dew,
wherever my eyes could gaze.

lush green lands spring up new,
as we move in a dream like maze.

in search of prey the first birds flew,
in the sky set afire by the morning blaze.

rustling the leaves ,the cool breeze blew,
while in pastures cows happily graze.

sheets of water in sparkling blue,
lay in calm and true solace.

neither the gusty winds nor the noisy few,
nor the slight drizzle could me unfaze.

to each glimpse i bid adieu,
as the landscape and me are parting ways!

Epilogue

Once you leave the third world your space further expands and you enter the fifth dimension ...the dimension of thought...here you are not only confined in the axes of space and time but also on thought....as you move into further worlds your space expands further and further until you get absorbed into the energy that makes up the universe.

chapte 5:

now things were getting slightly clear......
so i was in this new world where i live till the next guy turns up ... so i am not dead but i am just on a journey......a journey through worlds ...a journey through time ...
but muck as i like not being dead i would have liked the old notion better.to lie in my grave and see myself becoming part of the dirt....being eternally etched into the world..i wuld like to have roamed around the world as a spirit...so that i could atleast be the winds that brush past the face osf my loved ones...

so, i have cleared whatever wrong notions i have previously given...this is death .whether you like it or not....and i got to be going...i have a whole life to live out .....