Corp Notes

I find it extremely tiresome to take notes in class. Any Subject. Puts me to sleep. Most of our professors also have the unfortunate habit of meandering. Hence in the middle of a somewhat interesting lecture on corporate mergers, Pill-Man begins to maunder...he rambles about his childhood in Kerala. By the time he reaches his adolescence, I've zoned out completely.
Next thing I know that this digression into his fascinating life has stopped where he was dumped by the girl-next-door for being a dickhead and is now back to discussing corporate law with manic fervour. A Dickhead. Still.
I look down at my notes. All I have to show for my diligent note-taking are irregular blanks in midst of few words scribbled here and there- "shares" "holding...??" Wait, what is that? Ah! must have drooled in my sleep...

"Sorry to digress from the lecture sir", 43 apologises. Ha! That is all that this bloody course is about!! Arbit reflections on Malayali literature, obscure quotations by some random firangi judge and lascivious smiles at Niranjan..

"No structure man! Itne saal padhane ka faayda kya hua, chutiye buddhe ka," Vino,sitting next to me, explodes.
...I think I agree whole-heartedly with the chutiya bit

' Tis that time of the trimester..

Red

White with the red on it. Spreading. Slowly. She watched.. as the ameboid protusions of the stain travelled further down. Noticed where the red merged with the white to give a pink vividness. The pattern was incredible. Asymmetrical diabolical designs on a plain unconquered territory, its virgin whiteness sullied, for all to sneer at. The fine mesh of the cloth soaking, the criss-cross white weave thrust so rudely against the carmine.
She smiled..
The muslin was weeping blood.

troubled

Should I be concerned that a comic strip expresses exactly what I've wanted to say for a long time, about law skul, love, angst??? And that I can keep putting it up on my blog and never get tired of it?
That in Seth Cohen's geeky humour I've found my soulmate.
Should.I.Worry?

Ah Life!

Long Weekend

I admit it. I have tried to be quite stoic about the fact. Also shrugged my shoulders to show just how little I care about such things. I also remember laughing dismissively with my head thrown back. But it is depressing, man. It truly is. When all u see in the mess are some shiny empty chairs with LLMs on them...and you, yea its not a happy sight. Makes u feel real small and lonely.
aaahumm...
long weekend. And everyone's disappeared. It's like poof!! Like before u can say Gone in 60 seconds, they're gone and all u see are some dust balls hanging mid-air...settling down slowly...with u watchin them. Settle.

As Galahad of Blandings puts it beautifully, 'It's just dashed rotten luck, Cupcake"....

To,
The One Who Likes Playing Games,

Is this all there is to you? You don't have to do this constantly, you know? And I've given up trying to figure you out. Words ring hollow. Try amusing yourself with your deviousness! I don't know how to be more clear when I say this that you reduce power-plays to a ridiculous caricature of your own sad life.

I do not like being issued guidelines. Being told how exactly I should be responding to your inane explosions is not funny. Do try growing up! Many a time I've chosen to overlook your attitude. In fact Every single time... For ten years you've been playing this game. Older and wiser, you clearly have no wish to retire. But boss, you suck!

Ah!You wonder what was that blue furry thing that just struck you on the back of your head? - Well chum... it was Life passing you by.

Y'all!

Back…swept…cleaned…spoke…smiled. The routine has begun.