Many people have told me that England has mostly overcast weather, if this is the case I would love to live there for good. It really is difficult to explain exactly how good I feel inside when there are dark clouds overhead. I shall now recount an instance from my college life which is in a similar tone. I've probably already mentioned this incident before in this blog, but I dont really care since im sure that no one reads this neway. More than anything else, this blog is a journal, for the older me to read about the younger me and laugh my old ass off (i hope i dont do that, cause i hear that hip related problems are real bitchy.)
We had this one course called mechanical workshop in our first year of engineering. This course should have been named something like "Making yourself feel like a caveman again 101" or something because that was essentially what it did. We had to do stuff like cut perfectly useful metal sheets, file em and make them into completely useless shapes. We were made to do this why? Because snot shaped pieces of sheet metal were coming into vogue as new age paper weights? Because the ninjas in Japan realized that there was a more efficient design for the shuriken? I don't think anyone really knows..
I sucked at this course, partially because I didnt get the point, but mainly because I've never been a brutish kinda guy. Let me put it this way, if I was in middle earth I would be an elf and not a human. As of a result of the aforementioned sucking at the course I came home after the class mostly with a collection of bruises, cuts and other such battle scars on my arms. Once I even managed to cut myself with the handle, note HANDLE, of a wood file.
So things went along this way and we were taking our final exam. I was given some kinda sheet metal thing to do and as always i was clueless on how to actually do it.
Thankfully, my mates standing around me helped me out and got me through the actual making part of it. When it came to the viva voce I used my speechcraft to such an extent that the sir was firmly convinced that I was descended from a long line of noble blacksmiths (nothing could be further from the truth).
After I was done with the exam I walked outside thinkin bout catching a private bus back home since I didnt wanna wait for the college bus which was a half hour away. I saw my friend sreeraj walking out of the wood workshop and I was like "Oi..!! How was it?" to which he replied with a single finger gesture. After the inevitable exchange of obscenities which though not strong enough to surprise a sailor would definitely make a sailor stop in his tracks and go "ahem..well...carry on then.." or something to that effect (for those of you who find that sentence too complicated, turn off ur laptop and take up some easier task like say.....being a lumberjack...or sandalwood smuggler....see, you always have options.)
We were talking and walking towards this one shop where we drank lemonade usually. Thats when a cool breeze ran right through me. I looked up at the sky and it was dark. It was so peaceful and serene. There was an anticipation in the air as if the very earth was waiting for the rain to touch down. This affected both me and my buddy and we were both talking about this for years to come. We talked for a while and then got on the college bus and went home by which time it had started raining heavily.
After getting down from the bus I decided to walk home in the rain, got completely drenched and was henceforth referred to by tripunithura-ites as "he who walks in the rain" and by a few as "he who is not too well in the head" and by a small tribe in africa as "wakalooloo the rain god reborn".
However, it was a beautiful day.
mage lord.
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