Monday, October 19, 2009

Dumbo

The rot had set in by the time of my first semester exams in engineering. As gloriously unprepared as my study partners, I'd clamber to their rooms books and xeroxed notes in hand a day before the exam. Then as they pulled up their socks for a fight to the finish, maybe a night-out to ensure a decent figure on their report cards or at least pass marks, I'd feel sleepy... tremendously sleepy as if certain death awaited me if I did not give in to this emergency request from my body. And I'd fall asleep too, oblivious to the terrible fate that was sure to befall me at the examination hall next day. Virtuous friends (the few that I had) tried to instill in me a terror over my assuredly dark future but I was too far gone. This was the beginning of the end of my relationship with formal education. As the semesters came and went, I found the capacity of my brain to absorb new information dwindle down exponentially. When final year came around, everyone had a well defined plan for where their next educational step would be! Everyone that is, except me.

Anyone and everyone that I know within my age group has either wrapped a degree after graduation or is in the process of getting one whereas I dread the possibility of having to do one. It's impossible to conceptualize me doing a whole new degree as even 15 minutes of reading the most interesting novel today makes me killer drowsy, let alone the dry insipid stuff that would be part of any curriculum. The mere thought of having to pick up a course book again makes me all sweaty and sleepy at the same time, however that combination works. I wish I could put it down to laziness alone but I know of lazier people than me who have had the common sense to pursue what is turning to be an essential requirement for any kind of a career nowadays apart from the fact that it also means at least two more years of the fun life as a student. The really aggravating part for me is that they seem to having a great time doing it too. I secretly wish that they'd complain all the time about how tough the curriculum is or how bad the mess food is but all I get to see is glowing happy pictures on Facebook and Orkut as I burn to ashes on the inside. Even a few pointed questions pitched to them on chat sessions do not help and their answers seem to indicate that they have absolutely nothing to be unhappy about! How in the world can that be, I wonder? Classes, labs, subjects, exams - haven't they had enough of that already? Apparently, I am the only true dumbo who has fallen off this wonderful student life bandwagon and now am cursing it from the outside!

5 comments:

Kunnu said...

good one roys..

by the way...where were you when I called on your b'day...dumbo ;)

Roy said...

I was in a movie hall right then. But I forgot to call back. Sorry about that! How's life?

Kunnu said...

call back kaise karta saale...number kahan tha tere paas...

tere blogs padhte padhte achhi kat rahi hai

Mahima said...

Trust someone who has been there done that (modest, I know), all play and no pain isn't really the complete reality of that side of the fence.
It does sound counter-commonsense, as you say, but if it makes you feel any better, you are the only person I have known to be original enough to have made this choice, or (in case of an alternative future) at least admit to be inclined to it..
For now, you should be happy waving them goodbye as they ride into the sunset on their over-crowded bandwagon!

Roy said...

@Mahima: Sure, if being proud of being lazy/ a piece of driftwood is worth being happy about.