Precisely now , I sit on my studying table with a certain malicious curiosity to know what catastrophes I am to face in the inevitable dilemma that I will be compelled to endure at 2 pm tomorrow. Verily, that was a very verbose first sentence.
It hasn't been the most cinderella of stories( this may be grammatically wrong) in the previous exams but this one , I tell you , is a different story all together. I mean ,I feel like I am standing on the edge of a cliff , from which I'm expected to jump at 2 pm tomorrow. With a cup of tea in my hand to share my grief, I ogle at the shaft of notes kept on the side of my study table. The books , however, are kept , quite strategically, at an arm's length, but the fact that I'm able to give them a glimpse after every key I hit on the laptop , is somewhat guilt inducing.
So , the word of the day is disaster.
I was reading this article yesterday , about an activity in which people would write a full fledged essay about a single word. Words as random as "random" itself. I thought may be I could put in a few words about " Disaster" , its management although has never been my cup of tea ( with no offense to the cup of tea that I hold in my hand).
Disaster , I suppose , happens every now and then . Be it the sole hundred rupee note feeling lonely in your wallet ( a day after you receive your pocket money) , or the rude look you got when you exclaimed an enthusiastic "Hi" to a girl who you barely knew. It's all a bit disastrous isn't it ? Especially the latter scenario. ;)
With butterflies in my head , and mice in my stomach , I think about the other disasters that have happened in the past few years. It's only in retrospection , that I am able to laugh at them and I seriously hope that I'm able to laugh about this particular day , when I get to read this post a few years hence. May be then I'll be telling myself : Automata was really interesting , but I never really got it , did I?
So, it could be that random party that I might be attending in the future when one of dad's colleagues came up to me and asked what I did . That's cliche . I would tell him with that pretentious pride on my face : "I'm a software engineer, sir" . Almost suddenly a hidden conscience will be resurrected inside me that would remind me : Mr. Software Engineer , remember automata ? rendering my face expressionless. Then I could only think : That automata exam , what a disaster !
It hasn't been the most cinderella of stories( this may be grammatically wrong) in the previous exams but this one , I tell you , is a different story all together. I mean ,I feel like I am standing on the edge of a cliff , from which I'm expected to jump at 2 pm tomorrow. With a cup of tea in my hand to share my grief, I ogle at the shaft of notes kept on the side of my study table. The books , however, are kept , quite strategically, at an arm's length, but the fact that I'm able to give them a glimpse after every key I hit on the laptop , is somewhat guilt inducing.
So , the word of the day is disaster.
I was reading this article yesterday , about an activity in which people would write a full fledged essay about a single word. Words as random as "random" itself. I thought may be I could put in a few words about " Disaster" , its management although has never been my cup of tea ( with no offense to the cup of tea that I hold in my hand).
Disaster , I suppose , happens every now and then . Be it the sole hundred rupee note feeling lonely in your wallet ( a day after you receive your pocket money) , or the rude look you got when you exclaimed an enthusiastic "Hi" to a girl who you barely knew. It's all a bit disastrous isn't it ? Especially the latter scenario. ;)
With butterflies in my head , and mice in my stomach , I think about the other disasters that have happened in the past few years. It's only in retrospection , that I am able to laugh at them and I seriously hope that I'm able to laugh about this particular day , when I get to read this post a few years hence. May be then I'll be telling myself : Automata was really interesting , but I never really got it , did I?
So, it could be that random party that I might be attending in the future when one of dad's colleagues came up to me and asked what I did . That's cliche . I would tell him with that pretentious pride on my face : "I'm a software engineer, sir" . Almost suddenly a hidden conscience will be resurrected inside me that would remind me : Mr. Software Engineer , remember automata ? rendering my face expressionless. Then I could only think : That automata exam , what a disaster !
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