Ah!!bugger...

I wrote this when I was utterly bored, during one phase of the 3 hour IIT exams couple of years ago, much to the amusement of the invigilator. I found the question paper on which this was written yesterday while scouring through my cupboard. Its a work of fiction, first and foremost(please don't sue me) and its a tad longish. Bear with me. The moonlight crept through the thin wisps of cloud, casting a pale hue on the sea below. The sound of the waves crashing on the rocks, deafening, majestic. But all this was lost to Vaibhav as he stood there on the 5 th floor attic of the main building. His body numbed by the shock and horror of his realisation. “This can’t be” he thought, “How..”. A muffled scream, a soft thud, and a huge splash. It was over. The dining hall had never before been this quiet. Shocked eyes, excited murmurings and the sound of newspapers crumbling as everyone hurriedly turned over the pages to get the full story. “Another suicide at the IIT’s”, the headlines r

I can't feel my toes...

Sometime, and hopefully not too far away... I would really like to take these, whatsisname again....e..x..am..oh yeah, exams, thingy a bit more seriously... It can't hurt. I mean, sure, depression and suicidal tendencies are known side effects... And not to mention the incessant tension and the occasional nervous breakdown.. Also the competitive streak driving people to desperate measures and the utter frustration of a minor failure... But still.... uhm...the point is.....eh.... oh... its....but..ah....ock... Oh fiddlesticks! Why do people do it again?

Does Arkham Asylum have a bubble-bath? #Teeheehee! Seriously, semester exams should come with a health hazard warning..Its a.....OOOooohh! CANDY!

World peace is to the military what an economic recession is to industries. #MAJOR JOBLESSNESS!

I was travelling on the trodden path.  But I took a left,  A detour through the pine woods, wooden bridge over the soft-gurgling brook.  The sunlight gleaming over the carpet of grass.  A camp-fire under the starry sky.  Past the gushing falls and into the meadows,  the wind whistling through the cleft of the towering, snow capped ranges.  As the sun dipped below the faraway horizon.  The shadow of darkness fell,  a wrong step, and into the gorge; The hope, the dream, lost forever. Oh bloody hell! Moral of the story : The path less trodden, is less trodden for a reason. I have to admit though, it was fun while it lasted.

"And what will it be today, sir?" "I would like some knowledge, some sleep and a chocolate smoothie." "Will that be all, sir?" "Yes, thank you." "And how would you be paying, sir?" "The usual. Charge it on my pot of luck will you?" "Very good sir." A while later, "I'm sorry sir, but it seems you are out of luck." "Really? That's fast. What other forms of payment do you accept?" "We also accept souls sir. Would you be bequeathing yours today?" Now I'm screwed.