THE WEEK

NOV 1, SUNDAY.

the clock struck 9 and the sky was painted black. lying on my bed after a heavy supper i began to think about the week which was nearing its end. the week which would die in a couple of hours. the death seemed inevitable.


OCT 26, MONDAY

The same old monday which indicated the birth of a new week and death of the old one. not many cherished the birth but many mourned the death and i am one of them. i had a lab exam on that day and this my friend added to my already piled up bucketful of miseries. on the whole not so eventfull monday.


OCT 27, TUESDAY.

I take back my words. having got up at 9:30 which rarely happens these days i realized the fact that monday marked the end of 1 sem of my 3 year. now this is something which has got importance attached to it and something which has got importance attached to it qualifies to be an event so monday the 26 was indeed eventful.

OCT 28, WEDNESDAY.

I like wednesdays may sound a bit funny but its true. the college runs only half a day on wednesdays and the other half is dedicated to sports according to the college but according to our ciricullum the other half is dedicated to galla. sounds heavenly doesnt it. the galla is a place where all soon-to-be-affected-by-cancer people meet. the place where respect is propotional to the count of cigarettes stubs which breathe their last under your shoe. the more you smoke the more they respect you this wednesday was a bit different no galla in the afternoon sitting in my room all day.

OCT 29, THURSDAY.

right from the start of this blog i have been waiting for this day. the day which scared me to death. the day started normally like all the other numerous thursday's. but the shocker came in the form of attendance g.sandeep bearing the roll 07311a0364 has recorded an attendance of 61 as on 23/10/09 and this being the least in class i was the only one under scanner the management has every right to detain me and make me go through this shit right from the start all over again. everyone around me was trying to soothe me with their sweet words which sounded like a heavy thump of an elephants feet on my tiny heart. the first person who flashed in my memory was my father who paid my fee just the other day. a friend of his has loaned it to him. and the very first question being why the fuck did i get myself into this horrible situation? shit man i was on the verge of detention.....

OCT 30, FRIDAY.

SANDEEP is detained... these are the last word's which i have heard before waking up and realising that i have had an awful dream. enough of this shit i thought to myself and got myself engaged in other things. tried watching all those inspirational last minute coach speeches from my collection of sport flicks and people if anyone out there see themselves in the same situation try watching coach carter not the whole movie but only the climax

Coach Ken Carter: l came to coach basketball players, and you became students.
Coach Ken Carter: l came to teach boys, and you became men.

followed by an inspirational speech by the coach samuel.l.jackson.

you watch this and i promise you will find yourself in a much releived and calm position. after watching coach carter i sat down to write a blog and this gave birth to my most successfull blog till date " the interview" where in i interview myself the host and the guest both rolled into one. now this is what boredom does to you. you speak to youeself these are the chronic side effects of boredom. that night having read those comments posted by my faithfull followers aditya and jai the detention no longer scared me. here i am in the midst of praise shitman this feels like i have acheived something.


OCT 31, SATURDAY.

THE DAY..


the day started on a beautiful note i was to meet this guy who interested me the most in recent times. and finally we met on that afternoon everything went well i was cheerful. for the first time in many days i sported a continuous smile on my face which is something which i rarely do these days. we talked, smoked we played pool amd thanks to anirudh we got drunk. alcohol has always managed to bring the dirty devil out of me owing to this i left this guy super pissed off.

THE NIGHT..

that night i stayed back in malakpet and i should tell you something. the digital clock placed on jai simhas table read 11:32 now 5 minutes ago if someone had asked me who the biggest movie maniac was. my answer would have been sandeep but ask me now and without any hesitation i would answer it as jai simha. what happened in those five minutes? now i am sorry but all those people who are expecting an answer would have to wait a bit. because it would be nothing but plain humiliation if i answer that here in a single line so wait for my blog THE FIVE MINUTES..


NOV 1, SUNDAY

the clock struck 12 and the calender read MONDAY, NOV 2 the birth of a new week........