Morning class....

“Damn, where is that silly comb, I swear from tomorrow I will be getting up early”, I said to myself sulking under puffed breath. Just come out of my bath and putting on my jeans and a t-shirt I was about to leave the room when I remembered I had to do something to my messed up hair. I have a class in 12 minutes on the dot. A lot of time to go for any class but today its Friday and the teacher is a psychic. Well I did my best to get that 10 gram object out from somewhere; sometimes such small things can make so much of a difference. After a couple of minutes and still unable to recover the object from the rabble I decided to go to class. A few strokes with my hand and I was ready to face the world ( hair- who cares)
Done with the comb I rushed to the lift. It said 3rd floor. Must have missed it by a whisker. Shit, when its not ur day, its just not ur day. After halting at 4 more stations (of course the lift was traversing downwards when I had reached the grey metal doors). I climbed into it and after another 3 stops I finally landed. Another 4 mins, I was on the wire. Now I started sprinting towards my classroom. On the way I met saurav, sumit, puja, and some more beautiful people but I could not place them at the moment. At this opportune time your friends seem to be your enemies, why the hell do u want me to wave at u and say good morning. Least of al,l has this morning been good.
“Whats wrong with your hair, it looks like a birds nest on the loose”, someone remarked. I surely do not have time at the moment and I am sorry to have offended your eyes but I must take off and now I ran as if there was no tomorrow. Slowed down when I could see my destination. Ah, I have made it, still have two minutes. When I reached the place the teacher was already there, so what I am on time. So I decided to push open the door and filled the room with my
“may I come in sir”
“You are late”, he said.
I looked down at my watch; it says I am on time. I gave him a puzzled look. I wanted to say sir I am on time but I thought that probably my watch is not working properly. Today, its one of those days when nothing can go right and yes the watch must have deceived me.
“What is the reason for your coming late to class, haven’t I made myself clear that you have to be in class on time”, he barked.
Just to check my luck I pointed to my watch and said, “Sir, I am on time”.
“What time is it by your watch” he said annoyingly
“Its 9:15, Sir”, I replied courteously
“No it is not, and you are late for class”
I was like, is this man insane, he knows I am on time, why is he creating all the fuss, probably he didn like my hairdo today
“Sir, but according to the watch I am on time” I said pointing to the class watch now.
He was not amused at all and what followed didn amuse me a bit
The doctorate in some field of management now opened his mouth to utter some of the strangest words I have ever heard in my life. The man went on
“You can be on time only if u enter class before me. Its 9:15 when I enter, I do not go by your class watch or by the watch on your hand”.
Now what does that suppose to mean, I thought. Give me a watch that you follow u dumb fool (I started to lose my temper now. Is this some silly dictatorship)
I think it is, for the silly old man went on for another couple of minutes and said vague things about time management(I am sure he had no clue to what he was saying.)
I gave in after that, if his time isn’t precious, mine is. :”Sorry Sir, it won’t happen again”. was all I said, of course all courtesy gone. He moved his belly a bit towards class and motioned me to come in.
Now I have to tolerate this man for another 75 mins……HELP!!!!!

A walk....down....memory lane

Have u ever wondered why we have museums?, why do governments spend public money to store artifacts? or why do we need to enshrine and collect all sorts of material for future generations?....well lemme first say that museums are ofcourse not a place for couples looking for privacy, we do not want those stones and rock pieces or the once used valuables to witness u get romantic....well the oblivious moved out i would like to say that museums are not a place to get your family together and go for a picnic....the authorities do not invest into it to see your children moving around with their wilows to smack some strange kind of a sphere and then admire the smack with the intensity and speed of the its flight.....and ofcourse we could do a lot better by making an effort to preserve our ecology rather than collect used stuff for the generations to follow.....
Then what are these large buidings with hoards of unwanted stuff doing....from the pyramids of egypt to the louvre in france.....from all those churches in rome boasting of michealangelo to the ajanta and ellora caves, from the once upon a time palaces of kings to prehistoric temples....baffling.... atleast to me, not when i think what are they for but when i wonder that it still does manage to get people visit these humongous places.....don get me wrong I never said that they are useless, infact, my purpose is just the opposite….i for one am all for museums…..i think I have this fascination for history…..highest in class in the subject( yes I know u dread, but all kinds of ppl make the world and I belong to the strange group of people who make up the strange place called earth)…..
Not digressing from the topic museums are a place where I can spend entire weekends….trust me it’s a wonderful way to spend ur holiday…..the atmosphere is peaceful, and the images serene…..the beautiful artifacts will captivate u for the entire months…..after a visit I generally keep on visualizing my visit….just to imagine how people used to live…..the kind of technology in their times…..their strategies of life or for a teenager today their strategies of survival(ofcourse u cannot live without an i-pod, without that latest mobile handset, electricity and cars, air conditioners are of course a part of our own body)…..
My latest visit was to the Salarjung palace in Hyderabad…..loved to see things from the perspective of the once richest man in the world…..transfixed….his lifestyle, his interests, his hobbies, and over the period collected valuables are just mesmerizing…..his love for art is something worth mentioning….the sculptures and the water works shall take ur breath away….the detailing of the artists…..well did I mention about the architecture of the building and his working staff…. U would need the best of managers of the times to control such an affair, the best of technicians…..again, the detailing…..and if after all that ur heart still craves for more take an autorikshaw to the Choumala palace under renovation but open to public…..and what u get to see would be something you never forget for a lifetime…..the throne, nizam’s bedroom, drawing room, reading room as he had left it…..something like the one in trimurti in delhi but the grandeur here is something else……
I would not go into the details and nor would I be answering the questions I asked in the beginning of the post…..something for u to think over….