Adam on a Sunday
Confused kya?
Well then. I won’t try to explain; maybe if you read this piece you will get the drift. Be warned that I am writing this down in special circumstances and I have a certain objective in mind which just might miss the objective you have in reading this! Although I can’t prove it, I think you are smart enough to figure out things that life throws at you. So you will figure this one out easily. I am sure of that!
So who was Adam? That flamboyant Australian wicketkeeper-batsman who played some really painful innings for our team and for other teams as well? I guess you must be right. But wait! He is not ‘was’, he still ‘is’? Hey, don’t try to mislead me now. I was talking about the first Adam of the world, The Adam. Yes, now I am back on track. Ok let me get down to whatever I have to say and then you can go back to whatever you were doing that was so boring you had to turn to reading my piece!
I had checked the lecture schedule before sleeping and had been absolutely delighted to find not a single class for me the next day. Or was there one tucked up in the evening between the huge sessions on projects and economy? It was again, after a long time, a proper Sunday! I couldn’t help being nostalgic. Here I was ready to sleep early without a care in the world, having learned how to brush them under the bed and not hear their anguished wails and nagging whispers. It was barely 1:30 AM, my God! The next day was, as I discovered on the schedule web-page, a Sunday. Not only a Sunday because some Egyptian egomaniac named Augustus Caesar decided to call it so but because there were actually no classes for me that day. I wrapped up all work I was doing, battled for a few painful minutes with the irresistible temptation of watching a movie I had planned since the evening, won the battle, switched off my laptop, said goodbye to the moon and then wriggled cozily under my quilt humming , ‘early to bed and early to rise’! Sunday…here I come!
The night was peaceful. My nights turn out to be peaceful always, not withstanding any number of catastrophes I have to face the next day. Thank God for small favours! I read this in a story book during my ICSE. When a man sleeps at night, he leaves all care to the winds. No matter what great misery is going to befall him and his family the next morning, he forgets all and sleeps. It is almost like disconnecting the LAN cable when too many viruses infest the network! Safest firewall… airwall rather.
Now the morning.
Well then. I won’t try to explain; maybe if you read this piece you will get the drift. Be warned that I am writing this down in special circumstances and I have a certain objective in mind which just might miss the objective you have in reading this! Although I can’t prove it, I think you are smart enough to figure out things that life throws at you. So you will figure this one out easily. I am sure of that!
So who was Adam? That flamboyant Australian wicketkeeper-batsman who played some really painful innings for our team and for other teams as well? I guess you must be right. But wait! He is not ‘was’, he still ‘is’? Hey, don’t try to mislead me now. I was talking about the first Adam of the world, The Adam. Yes, now I am back on track. Ok let me get down to whatever I have to say and then you can go back to whatever you were doing that was so boring you had to turn to reading my piece!
I had checked the lecture schedule before sleeping and had been absolutely delighted to find not a single class for me the next day. Or was there one tucked up in the evening between the huge sessions on projects and economy? It was again, after a long time, a proper Sunday! I couldn’t help being nostalgic. Here I was ready to sleep early without a care in the world, having learned how to brush them under the bed and not hear their anguished wails and nagging whispers. It was barely 1:30 AM, my God! The next day was, as I discovered on the schedule web-page, a Sunday. Not only a Sunday because some Egyptian egomaniac named Augustus Caesar decided to call it so but because there were actually no classes for me that day. I wrapped up all work I was doing, battled for a few painful minutes with the irresistible temptation of watching a movie I had planned since the evening, won the battle, switched off my laptop, said goodbye to the moon and then wriggled cozily under my quilt humming , ‘early to bed and early to rise’! Sunday…here I come!
The night was peaceful. My nights turn out to be peaceful always, not withstanding any number of catastrophes I have to face the next day. Thank God for small favours! I read this in a story book during my ICSE. When a man sleeps at night, he leaves all care to the winds. No matter what great misery is going to befall him and his family the next morning, he forgets all and sleeps. It is almost like disconnecting the LAN cable when too many viruses infest the network! Safest firewall… airwall rather.
Now the morning.
I rose early but was lazing around in bed when I heard
good news. Bala’s dosa in mess for breakfast! That was potent news, it was 400
Kilo Volts! With a smiling fresh face I presented myself to Bala, told him I
left bed when I heard he was here, finished one dosa and got another one after
losing the debate with myself on not eating another as it was too full of
chillies. And then I was out for my dose of morning winter sun.
And it was when I was busy reading this book, ‘The world is flat’ in the nice warm sun near the cafeteria that I discovered that in a b-school, not only is the world flat, it is also empty if you are talking Sunday morning. Here I was, fully awake and fed, reading a book that seemed interesting, observing the flock of birds who grace our small campus do their ritualistic fly-pasts around the acad block and the hostels and feeling like an ‘Angrez saheb’ in the rural India of 1920s. And the whole campus of 450 people…err young people, looked pretty desolate.
Before you shout a protest, be sure that you were not up for the Marketing Law class. And if you were really up for other saner, livelier reasons, you could have come down into the sunlit Eden garden. I couldn’t help feeling like Adam must have felt in his Eden with all the birds and animals and flora around him!
That’s a b-school. That’s what it does to you. Not only a b-school, I remember the board exams. When the whole atmosphere used to be full of blooming spring and fragrances, when the ambience itself seemed happy, we used to drill books and notes for exams. I used to curse myself then. So, be-ware if you want to be a part of it. And to those who are a part of it already, well, my fellow-sufferers, I have this to say. A good career, a good job you will get without doubt. If not today then maybe tomorrow. But what good is walking on a beach without collecting some of those pretty shells that are always lying around?
Ok. Now that I have said what I wanted to say, let me get back to stocking up sweet memories and pleasant experiences. I know I’ll need them as much as, if not more, than money in my life!
And it was when I was busy reading this book, ‘The world is flat’ in the nice warm sun near the cafeteria that I discovered that in a b-school, not only is the world flat, it is also empty if you are talking Sunday morning. Here I was, fully awake and fed, reading a book that seemed interesting, observing the flock of birds who grace our small campus do their ritualistic fly-pasts around the acad block and the hostels and feeling like an ‘Angrez saheb’ in the rural India of 1920s. And the whole campus of 450 people…err young people, looked pretty desolate.
Before you shout a protest, be sure that you were not up for the Marketing Law class. And if you were really up for other saner, livelier reasons, you could have come down into the sunlit Eden garden. I couldn’t help feeling like Adam must have felt in his Eden with all the birds and animals and flora around him!
That’s a b-school. That’s what it does to you. Not only a b-school, I remember the board exams. When the whole atmosphere used to be full of blooming spring and fragrances, when the ambience itself seemed happy, we used to drill books and notes for exams. I used to curse myself then. So, be-ware if you want to be a part of it. And to those who are a part of it already, well, my fellow-sufferers, I have this to say. A good career, a good job you will get without doubt. If not today then maybe tomorrow. But what good is walking on a beach without collecting some of those pretty shells that are always lying around?
Ok. Now that I have said what I wanted to say, let me get back to stocking up sweet memories and pleasant experiences. I know I’ll need them as much as, if not more, than money in my life!
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