Koffee With Shikha (and not Karan!)
Another day dawns....another batch of first classes in college....early....ho-huuummmm!! Though we hardly ever have first classes....when do we ever HAVE CLASSES?? Hahahaha....that is a funny thought indeed....!!
Back to the topic anyway... It dawned a gloomy, dull morning. It was raining. Literally pouring. Cats and dogs. Hippos and rhinos. Woolly mammoths n humongous dinosaurs. I did not want to get out of my warm and oh-so-cosy bed. But my record of attending (or rather, not attending) classes is pretty similar to Michael Schumacher's record number of Grand Prix wins...I am that famous and well-known for cutting classes. And since I had decided the previous night that I'd turn over a new leaf, and attend more lectures, and religiously copy down whatever the lecturer blabbered in class, I thought I would get up and make a move. After all, it wouldn't do if I went back on my promise the very next morning, would it??
So I moved my butt, got out of bed, went out into the balcony. I saw the weather outside. And immediately my heart plumetted to the lowest possible level. Instead of soaring, my spirits sank. Into the depths of despair. Though the rains had brought the temperature down and cooled my hot-and-bothered mind, the dark and grey clouds in the sky did not cheer me up. They seemed ominous...as if telling me not to go to college, not to move out of my comfortable room. Else lightning would strike me dead....!!
Yet, I moved on, determinedly, as if resigned to my fate. I had a nice warm bath to cheer me up, had breakfast (fat, greasy burgers - eeeuuuccccccch!!) I put on capris and my floaters. Dressed well to lift up my spirits and make me feel better (achieved my mission to a certain extent, after the appliaction of kohl!) I remembered to take my bright-turquoise-blue umbrella with me...the most important object in such a situation.
After jumping over numerous puddles, and avoiding being splashed by rashly-driven fast cars by grinning-and-jumping-out-of-the-car-window hoodlums, I managed to reach college sufficiently dry. Once in the class, in the Projekt Room, lethargy possessed me. I yawned and stretched. I arched and fidgeted. I stretched my legs and arms. That is. until I saw Shikha, our teacher, glaring at me. From what I could gather, she was not just glaring at me. But she was staring in astonishment at the entire class. Because everyone was in a state of unconscious consciousness. I was sprawled out on my chair. Victory (the class bitch) was lounging on hers, munching nonchalantly on an apple. Snake was draped on her chair, staring unabashedly at me (which totally freaked me out! Gaaaawwwd, what IS wrong with that girl?) Chakru was reclining as well. Shikha just could not bring us to sit up, take notice of what she was saying, and get on with our radio documentary scripts (which were pretty interesting though!) So what she decided was - all of us needed a caffeine shot...or to put it more literally, a COFFEE BREAK!!
Hmmmmm...what could be more inviting than a cuppa on a bleak rainy morning?? Just the sight of a coffee mug, steaming, swirling, white vapours lazily misting over the rim of the cup...what a "delicious" sight! It is enough to lift up the spirits of a whole classroom of angst-ridden, philosophical, deeply-contemplative students, who are simply bored of life. And so it was the case with us! Plus, there was another, bigger, juicier advantage. Shikha 'treated' us to coffee/tea and samosas!! Good heavens! You might perceive us as cheapskates, but when it comes to free food, we are shameless...so bring it on anytime!! nd anyway, its not everyday that a teacher treats you to good food at the start of the day (though samosas and coffee can hardly be classified as 'good food'!)
After a hearty breakfast (again!) of a samosa and a cuppa, we were raring to go. Literally. The samosa was crisp, well-fried, a delicious golden colour, filled with spicy aloo. And the coffee was, as always, a pleasure to sip. Slowly. Easily. Languidly. Mmmmmmmmm.....! Our brains worked at top speed once our tummies had been satisfied. Ideas for the documentary script rolled out at top speeds. Everyone looked contented. Everyone suddenly had a smile on their faces, a rhythm in their mannerisms. And that was when we decided...that 'first classes' were not that bad an idea, provided we were treated to refreshments to cheer us up. And Coffee with Shikha would make all our classes enjoyable, more informative, and an enlightening and enriching experience!!
Back to the topic anyway... It dawned a gloomy, dull morning. It was raining. Literally pouring. Cats and dogs. Hippos and rhinos. Woolly mammoths n humongous dinosaurs. I did not want to get out of my warm and oh-so-cosy bed. But my record of attending (or rather, not attending) classes is pretty similar to Michael Schumacher's record number of Grand Prix wins...I am that famous and well-known for cutting classes. And since I had decided the previous night that I'd turn over a new leaf, and attend more lectures, and religiously copy down whatever the lecturer blabbered in class, I thought I would get up and make a move. After all, it wouldn't do if I went back on my promise the very next morning, would it??
So I moved my butt, got out of bed, went out into the balcony. I saw the weather outside. And immediately my heart plumetted to the lowest possible level. Instead of soaring, my spirits sank. Into the depths of despair. Though the rains had brought the temperature down and cooled my hot-and-bothered mind, the dark and grey clouds in the sky did not cheer me up. They seemed ominous...as if telling me not to go to college, not to move out of my comfortable room. Else lightning would strike me dead....!!
Yet, I moved on, determinedly, as if resigned to my fate. I had a nice warm bath to cheer me up, had breakfast (fat, greasy burgers - eeeuuuccccccch!!) I put on capris and my floaters. Dressed well to lift up my spirits and make me feel better (achieved my mission to a certain extent, after the appliaction of kohl!) I remembered to take my bright-turquoise-blue umbrella with me...the most important object in such a situation.
After jumping over numerous puddles, and avoiding being splashed by rashly-driven fast cars by grinning-and-jumping-out-of-the-car-window hoodlums, I managed to reach college sufficiently dry. Once in the class, in the Projekt Room, lethargy possessed me. I yawned and stretched. I arched and fidgeted. I stretched my legs and arms. That is. until I saw Shikha, our teacher, glaring at me. From what I could gather, she was not just glaring at me. But she was staring in astonishment at the entire class. Because everyone was in a state of unconscious consciousness. I was sprawled out on my chair. Victory (the class bitch) was lounging on hers, munching nonchalantly on an apple. Snake was draped on her chair, staring unabashedly at me (which totally freaked me out! Gaaaawwwd, what IS wrong with that girl?) Chakru was reclining as well. Shikha just could not bring us to sit up, take notice of what she was saying, and get on with our radio documentary scripts (which were pretty interesting though!) So what she decided was - all of us needed a caffeine shot...or to put it more literally, a COFFEE BREAK!!
Hmmmmm...what could be more inviting than a cuppa on a bleak rainy morning?? Just the sight of a coffee mug, steaming, swirling, white vapours lazily misting over the rim of the cup...what a "delicious" sight! It is enough to lift up the spirits of a whole classroom of angst-ridden, philosophical, deeply-contemplative students, who are simply bored of life. And so it was the case with us! Plus, there was another, bigger, juicier advantage. Shikha 'treated' us to coffee/tea and samosas!! Good heavens! You might perceive us as cheapskates, but when it comes to free food, we are shameless...so bring it on anytime!! nd anyway, its not everyday that a teacher treats you to good food at the start of the day (though samosas and coffee can hardly be classified as 'good food'!)
After a hearty breakfast (again!) of a samosa and a cuppa, we were raring to go. Literally. The samosa was crisp, well-fried, a delicious golden colour, filled with spicy aloo. And the coffee was, as always, a pleasure to sip. Slowly. Easily. Languidly. Mmmmmmmmm.....! Our brains worked at top speed once our tummies had been satisfied. Ideas for the documentary script rolled out at top speeds. Everyone looked contented. Everyone suddenly had a smile on their faces, a rhythm in their mannerisms. And that was when we decided...that 'first classes' were not that bad an idea, provided we were treated to refreshments to cheer us up. And Coffee with Shikha would make all our classes enjoyable, more informative, and an enlightening and enriching experience!!
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