my struggle for an education
This is the story of a 20 smthn boy, who was so poor that he cud not afford to buy books for himself ( well actually he spent all the money in his book fund on infinite no. of shawarmas ) . so he wud go to his friend , the surd-man’s place on the eve of each exam to import some unnecessary information that he will never use , but tat cud get him thru some really horrible exam things of a university I cant mention the name of cuz of the threat of being charged for defamation .
following is a narration of his courageous attempt , walking 147 meters through ankle deep waters , to the above mentioned pal’s place .
this is his struggle for an education :
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it was a dark saturday morning . 48 hrs to go for the exam . the impending cyclone was well ... impending ! I looked around . and all I saw were bodies . dead mangled bodies . of mosquitoes and flies that I had been squatting for the past half an hour , having got nothing better to do . and that’s when I decided . I had to go . I had to go to the surd-man’s place . a place where I cud give myself the right to education (thru books bought by him) , cuz i knew i was born to accomplish great things in life , and unlike in other countries where college dropouts could go abt creating business empires and becoming billionaires before they turned 30 , in my country one has to pass thru these meaningless exam things to get somewhere . of course the thing that triggered me to go was the boredom , and the monotony of killing witless flying creatures already dazzling under the effect of good-knight . the only hurdle on the path , other than laziness , was the water logging around the house cuz of the not-so-heavy raining the night before coupled with the geography of my house that was situtated in a local minima of the global maxima .
but I was not one who wud change plans cuz of a couple of zillion-billion hydrogen and oxygen molecules bonded together ! .... hawt women , maybe , infact most definitely , but no , not water .
so I wore the wade-thru-water gear : an old half trouser that exposed my calves and hamstring muscles , a one dollar tee I got from goa and rubber slippers three sizes short .
also packed my rucksack wit all the accessories I mite need on the journey. a torch , a swiss knife , a self-inflating raft and a sandwich incase I lose my way or drowned and found myself marooned on some island .
all set , I left the house . now , u know how you feel when you say goodbye to an aging relative , and have this thing going in ur head saying , ' it mite be the last time ' !! well it was not that intense , but ya pretty much .
So I said goodbye and left.
i was a man on a mission .
i entered the pool of water , relying only on the sense of touch to navigate myself through the submerged road . and it was a good feeling . wading through the water , on a dark Saturday morning , exposing ur hamstring muscles , and moving with a mission .
So I walked for around 29 seconds and got to the part of the road that was not visible from my balcony , earlier when i was surveying the milieu .
now u know how ... ok i realise i've been saying too many of this "u know how" business , i promise this wud be the last ... ya , so u know how they show in the movies , as far as your sight goes everyting in fine , and then you move a lil bit and emerging bfrom the horizon are huge dinos or a big army or gigantic buildings etc etc etc .
now what i saw was the exact 100 % opposite of that . in my head i had picturised a lonely dark city submerged in water with dead animal carcasses floating about . but here i cud see a fully functional city , with buses overflowing wit ppl as usual , people fighting-slash-bargaining wit auto drivers , women clad in sarees sweeping the hardly wet road , and of course birds not chirping the way they usually dont !!
disappointed and awed , i boarded one of the overcrowded buses and got down 149 metres from the surd-man's place . bein clad in shorts , a faded tee tat read 'i li_e i_ in g_a ' and pink coloured slippers that covered only 1/3 rd my feet , dint really make me feel very comfortable .
a walked for 2 meters and ....
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u will see more of this courageous blighter's struggle in future posts . however i asure u tat no one dies , accept a really old man who has not much to do wit this story anyways .
bye dor now .
following is a narration of his courageous attempt , walking 147 meters through ankle deep waters , to the above mentioned pal’s place .
this is his struggle for an education :
--
it was a dark saturday morning . 48 hrs to go for the exam . the impending cyclone was well ... impending ! I looked around . and all I saw were bodies . dead mangled bodies . of mosquitoes and flies that I had been squatting for the past half an hour , having got nothing better to do . and that’s when I decided . I had to go . I had to go to the surd-man’s place . a place where I cud give myself the right to education (thru books bought by him) , cuz i knew i was born to accomplish great things in life , and unlike in other countries where college dropouts could go abt creating business empires and becoming billionaires before they turned 30 , in my country one has to pass thru these meaningless exam things to get somewhere . of course the thing that triggered me to go was the boredom , and the monotony of killing witless flying creatures already dazzling under the effect of good-knight . the only hurdle on the path , other than laziness , was the water logging around the house cuz of the not-so-heavy raining the night before coupled with the geography of my house that was situtated in a local minima of the global maxima .
but I was not one who wud change plans cuz of a couple of zillion-billion hydrogen and oxygen molecules bonded together ! .... hawt women , maybe , infact most definitely , but no , not water .
so I wore the wade-thru-water gear : an old half trouser that exposed my calves and hamstring muscles , a one dollar tee I got from goa and rubber slippers three sizes short .
also packed my rucksack wit all the accessories I mite need on the journey. a torch , a swiss knife , a self-inflating raft and a sandwich incase I lose my way or drowned and found myself marooned on some island .
all set , I left the house . now , u know how you feel when you say goodbye to an aging relative , and have this thing going in ur head saying , ' it mite be the last time ' !! well it was not that intense , but ya pretty much .
So I said goodbye and left.
i was a man on a mission .
i entered the pool of water , relying only on the sense of touch to navigate myself through the submerged road . and it was a good feeling . wading through the water , on a dark Saturday morning , exposing ur hamstring muscles , and moving with a mission .
So I walked for around 29 seconds and got to the part of the road that was not visible from my balcony , earlier when i was surveying the milieu .
now u know how ... ok i realise i've been saying too many of this "u know how" business , i promise this wud be the last ... ya , so u know how they show in the movies , as far as your sight goes everyting in fine , and then you move a lil bit and emerging bfrom the horizon are huge dinos or a big army or gigantic buildings etc etc etc .
now what i saw was the exact 100 % opposite of that . in my head i had picturised a lonely dark city submerged in water with dead animal carcasses floating about . but here i cud see a fully functional city , with buses overflowing wit ppl as usual , people fighting-slash-bargaining wit auto drivers , women clad in sarees sweeping the hardly wet road , and of course birds not chirping the way they usually dont !!
disappointed and awed , i boarded one of the overcrowded buses and got down 149 metres from the surd-man's place . bein clad in shorts , a faded tee tat read 'i li_e i_ in g_a ' and pink coloured slippers that covered only 1/3 rd my feet , dint really make me feel very comfortable .
a walked for 2 meters and ....
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u will see more of this courageous blighter's struggle in future posts . however i asure u tat no one dies , accept a really old man who has not much to do wit this story anyways .
bye dor now .
posted by scoffes at 12:23 AM
4 Comments:
hehe.mayb u can go into script writin!!
and, btw.. u keep talkin bout dem.."shawarmas".i know its smthg to eat but have never tasted it.. so wat is it??
cant wait to hear more bout ur adventurous trip across the 'seven seas'!!;)N ya...The 'it might be the last time' analogy was too good!
ps:jus wondered....how the @#$* do u go into script writing??!!
-u know who!!
1. Why do u need a torch in the saturday "morning" ???
2.Did u return the book ???
Anyways u dont need it for another 10 or so days.
ok. i have this habit of chkin bck & replyin to comments. and since scoffes aint doin tat im takin over. too hard to resist. ;-)
firstly, script writin cos DUH.. most of scoffes blogs seem like they r u know.. scripts..!! its quite obvious, dont u think so?. look closer.and who are u mr/miss anon? im quite curious.
and harini.. its a "dark" sat morn!!
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