this post is dedicated to SHIT

“holy shit…”, Rahul’s first words on the Monday morning, he’s just gotten up, 8:15, first hour starts at 8:30, and there is no way in the world he could miss this class… thanks to the sheer number of Mondays that dot each semester. Cant say that was the only reason though… his teacher played a significant role as well… no matter how much caffeine is there in your body, his ability to drain it with so much as just a word biostatistics is nothing short of spectacular… that too without the slightest ornamentation (which one usually does while singing a lullaby). Net result… this hour (biostatistics) has topped the list of bunks (that would be 18)…to an extent that if Rahul attends all classes from now on then “probably” he’d be saving a lag…



Anyways he gets out of bed… which is the hardest part… but with a display of Brobdingnagian courage, that is achieved… go to get coffee, disappointment, coffee time over… bathing is not there in the circumference of activities, owing to the very short radius of time… what about shitting… the pivotal activity that would label the day as “not bad”…yes, a choice made instantaneously… but who was to prophesize that fate was against it… there was no water… “SHIT”…



“Hey dude, is there water anywhere…???”, he asks a friend just getting out of his room… he looked in a better condition, so Rahul, guessing the obvious doesn’t hesitate to enquire if there is a flimsy possibility of a “better day”…

“Yeah, central wing upstairs”… came the reply…

“Thanks buddy, you’re a savior”…



Time check… 8:20… shitting time… the time of most intellectual activities where one reviews, curses (oneself and others), thinks about things that have absolutely no relation to you, get frustrated sometimes… etc… and because of all this somehow one feels light headed… even if the rate of peristalsis is not as satisfactory as wanted…



So in this most intellectually active state, Rahul reflects upon the events that had taken place since morning… the ringing of cell phone at 6 am, time at which he promised himself to get up and go to gym… the pressing of the snooze button on the top right corner (its awe-inspiring how one can find that small button with great accuracy even at a time when nothing else in the whole wide world is visible either physically or mentally), then getting up again at six thirty… this time being unable to decide whether to go or not, and thoughts like ‘its too late perhaps, I’ll not be able to get over with all the exercises in time’ which are followed by computations and finally concluding the inevitable,

“its too late to go to gym… because its too early to get up…!!”...

but still aware of the deucedly pernicious condition of him missing the first hour he resets the alarm to 8:00 am, that would give enough time to do morning activities… if the ten minutes of late entry contingency time is included… at 8:00 am snooze button comes into play again… finally he gets up…8:15… “Holy shit”…



“Why, why does this always happen… why after all those resolutions of getting up early, jogging, going to gym probably, made up at bedtime, I wasn’t able to get up…why was I not able to keep a commitment I made to myself… and that too when I need it the most…


…what is the use of going through the day like a factory (only there’s no constructive production taking place)… going through the same routine with no enthusiasm, where one wishes for the day to get over as soon as it began… wouldn’t it be better if each day was like a new journey filled with ebullience and passion and joy, where everything is gratifying… even the double hours of Digital Signal Processing (well… sometimes at least), where each activity opens up the doors to new ideas, possibilities, where my brain works a thousand time faster than when fueled with just caffeine…”



(Why is all this being linked up with getting up early???...well... somehow he’s sure that getting up early could help solve most of his problems… even experience has a similar story to tell owing to the days when he used to get up early… no matter how numbered they were… or the circumstances under which it happened… the fact is that those days told him the experience is, well in one word… SEXY)



Come to think about it, I think its all about making the right choices at the right time… as is in this case as well… he made a wrong choice in the beginning and he suffered, whatever might be the logical conclusion of the calculations done at 6:30, the fact is that he was not able to keep a commitment he had decided to keep earlier, and at this point nothing else matters…



Let’s have another point of view… Rahul actually chose a response given by a mind that was at that moment covered with layers of iron oxide (more commonly known as ‘rust’), in comparison to a decision that was taken by a mind which was shining out of whole day’s filing... up to last night…



(then from some dank corner came a sound)


Ring ring… Ring ring…


(reminder…)


SHIT… its 8:30… but before signing off lets have a final conclusion….


“The movement of shit in ones bowels is directly proportional to the movement of shit in ones head”