Before I start, I don't feel
this post has any significant meaning or content in it. Nevertheless, if you
readers can smell some real stuff in it, do let me know.
I take immense pride in
telling I'm a student of the so - called 'mass geth' Mechanical
Engineering Department. Albeit the guys here are funny and hilarious, the
subjects are totally rot. So, I always look for some diversions to stay away
from the syllabus - related matters. One of the notables is participating in
club activities. This has always been my stress - buster till date at CEG apart
from chatting and hanging out during weekends.
In one of the clubs, it was
the birthday celebration of some of the seniors over there. As they were 'busy'
with their classes and studies, I was vested with the rightful duty of buying
cakes for them, of course after getting due amount from them. Yet, the thought
of walking for about a kilometer made me feel dizzy as the day had already been
screwed by then, courtesy the analytic subjects throughout the morning
session. But since I wanted to get somewhere out of college in spite of the
scorching sun, I rogered seniors' command and went on.
One of those dutiful seniors
had told me the location of the bakery which told cheap and best birthday
cakes. According to him, it was located near a Biriyani Shop in Kotturpuram
where I had never eaten (Sometimes, I tend to feel somewhat lonely when
buddies dine at non - veg classy restaurants while I am left alone at some
Maami Mess). So, I went in search of that shop.
Seriously, I didn't know that region contained so many bakeries, which would
easily equal the number of stationery and grocery shops in my entire hometown.
First, I stepped in at a posh, air - conditioned bakery which had a fashionable
name (and aroma, too), but I took a retreat when I just enquired about
the price of an one kilogram birthday cake. I could buy a comparitively costly
beer with that cost.
As I did not get the
slightest clue about where to buy the cake within the stipulated budget, I made
a call to the senior who was the Wrecker In Chief.He just told me some
another shop, which sold cakes at reasonable prices (Generally, people have
this mindset of deciding the prices they fix in their mind as reasonable and
affordable; for example, a guy who owns Google Nexus says 25,000 is a cheap
cost for a mobile while I, as the owner of an Xperia C, always insist that any
mobile at around 15K - 18K is well and good). Then, I went here and there
through the whole of the street, covering every nook and corner out there. Some
people even saw me with skepticism that I may be one of those anonymous naxals
who reportedly roam around the state of Tamil Nadu. The thought of some others
could evidently be read from their facial expressions that they zeroed me as a
burglar with a master plan.
I was sweating profusely
and my head seemed to burst in the next 300 seconds. Still, my ego didn't
permit me to call the senior back once again and inform him about the muddled
situation here. So, I became the deciding authority at that juncture and went
into a shop with the sheer intention and hope of buying the desired flavor. Bro
had already instructed me not to buy the chocolate flavor at any cost; but I
was left with no other choice as it was the only thing available there. I was
saturated as if the world had no other place apart from that cake castle. So, I
had to buy that unwanted and sure - to - be - condemned flavor by paying some extra
dosh from my purse. It hurt me severely because I had planned to satisfy my
thirst and desire of drinking fresh juice with that cost.
Anyway, at least one part
of my wish was satisfied. I had had enough of my diversion (eh???!!!)
and moreover, I had bought something by spending from my pocket. Pounding with
joy, which resulted from my praising myself, I walked back towards the college
with a majestic stride. I din't quiet get it right if I was feeling really
ecstatic or depressed; but on the contrary, I felt dizzy and numb. "Seriously
God, why am I a vegetarian till date? I haven't even equipped myself to know
about what are all the non - veg hubs that exist in and around the campus",
was my immediate curse towards me.
When I went with the cake
after making them wait so long, to the extent that some guys had then started
thinking I had absconded with the money, I handed the cake over to them with a
proud smile which was easily overshadowed by sweat and my tired, exhausted
eyes. When someone asked me why I was too late, I just replied, "Oh,
nothing. Most of the shops were closed. And, I also met with one of my
schoolmate, who was gossiping with me all the time." What do you call
me?
