Its 1415
hours. A lazy afternoon and I want to do something constructive. A damn nagging
pain in my groin, thanks to the international football match I played
yesterday. A few flies caressing my skin already. A heavy diary making me change
my posture every five seconds. And when the people of Africa were complaining
about no rights and no water, I found the stupid ravens cawing in their wilderness,
a bigger concern.
“This” word
and the full stop of the last paragraph were written after a gap of 2 minutes
in the meantime of which I arranged the table and the chair, threw away the
clothes of some stupid jerk who left them here after the last night’s party and
got myself finally settled. (Damn, the pencil lead had to get over right now; I
know some geniuses are trying to figure out that it was a mistake on the part
of the writer talking about a pencil when it’s a softcopy) I put on my specs
and check myself in the mirror.
“Do I look
like a scholar?”
I was the
third best in my school, managed 89.6% in my higher secondary, got into the
thirteenth best engineering institute (NIT, Rourkela) and currently in the
final year of the prestigious “electrical engineering” department. For an
average student in a middle class family in India, life is too tough. So I did a pretty
good job in academics, the mango-people thought. My parents thought I was
destined for divine ingenuity and that I am ruining it with my carelessness.
The best that some kind-hearted friends thought was that I am the dark horse
yet to be unleashed. The professors don’t care to notice me. I am now the 63rd
ranked student in a class of 83.
“Damn, what
makes a raven caw?”
Career was
always too hot to handle. And I could not help but notice how much more cawing
can the ravens do before they realise they should shut-the-f*ck-up. And now I
wonder about the answers that I can get from these ugly scavengers that my
“electrical engineering” based career could not give me. “I am hungry, Feed me,
feed me, feed me” said one “Hey miss, I am horny. Are you? ” said another. “I am a dumb raven, and I caw.” And the
thought “crowish” extermination flashed. All I want to do is the mass murder of
the raven species until extinction.
“What do I
want to become in life?”
How could I
murder, exterminate or even hurt ravens when I am such a patron of green-earth
revolution. No matter how annoying they are, but they play a very important
role in the I-don’t-know process. Yes, an environmentalist, I feel would be the
best thing for me. What about the CAT book on the table then, shouldn’t I be
preparing for that now? The weather is perfect for football, and besides
playing will increase my fitness for the Air Force. And who knows that
someday there would be my posters instead of Steven Gerrard’s all over. “But I
have a lot of ideas, ways to make profits and a lot of money” said a miser in
me. Damn, the documents of me being an
efficient “electrical engineer” are yet to be arranged. But I love the history,
the geography, and I am decent with general knowledge, CSAT shouldn’t be
difficult for me. Hmmmm, I just want to exterminate the ravens for now.
God-damn things, how can they just caw so much?
1430 hours.
A lazy afternoon. It’s just 15 minutes now from the time I started scribbling.
“Do I want
to do something constructive?”
Naah, let’s
just go to sleep.
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