The campus became monochromatic as the months passed by. The cute chicks in campus shed their colorful feathers. The heart and soul of the many alpha males, who found solace in the wild life reserve, also called college campus, the 'Open Season' had hit it's all time peak and now showed signs of withdrawal like hyperactive dandruff getting cured.
During the previous weeks, many 'Proud Single' guys had found their 'Campus Partner' and sat together for melodrama under the mango trees, jack fruit trees and banyan trees which stood tall like some men wished they too could.
The classes were empty as it should be but the canteen showed full attendance, just like in any other campus across the world. The profit of the canteen was reflected in the frown of the canteen manager. Like that frown, the graph of the canteen was on a negative curve. The 'DEBT BOOK' was opened more times those days than the cash box by the canteen manager as the 'Guys' tried to please their 'Campus Partner' with awesome food like, idli, dosa, vada, tea, biscuits. The fundamental theory in commerce "Debit is what comes in" At Large!!!
As Mr.Time hitched the ride with the phase of the sun, the awesoming [Ofcourse it's correct English] star in our solar system, the "campus foreplay" became numb and everyone was feeling the fatigue.
Like the sunshine on a rainy day, a cute girl, ISO 9001:2000, organically synthesized with the natures best proteins and aerodynamically crafted walks down the knowledge trodden campus walk way. If I were an aero engineerm I would have given her 10 on 10 for wind tunnel test.
Her strides resembled programming in old BASIC. Short and progressive.
The heads of many techno saints, techno monks, techno preachers and techno peasants[ Those so below the food chain] turned their heads like SAM[Surface to Air Missile] tracking an aircraft,guided by radar.
In simple words of mine-"She became the campus equivalent of the English word HUSH!!!!!"
With the limited knowledge of my Biology, I came to the conclusion that she could even give a pacemaker a heart attack.
She would measure a moderate earthquake if her height is measured on Richter scale-A standard 5-5.For all us guys in the campus, when she moved, she moved at a slow frame rate.
She touched my more creative side and came up with these outbreak of poetic words to describe her...
"....If only the river Nile was blessed with so many curves, the Egyptian monkeys would jump and drown in it with lust..."
[Thank you..Thank you!!!]
Being a Lab-Coordinator has lots of potential. Lab-Coordinators are licensed to technically flirt with chicks.Apart from social services, I do like downloading "Cool Stuff", I sharpen my skills by screwing up the network.
Please don't take me wrong when I said "Cool Stuff". These "Cool Stuffs" I have downloaded had saved many Hardcore Unix lovers from slipping into the state of impotency. I myself looooooooooooooove UNIX a lot because the commands in Unix match my perverted vocabulary.[ Date,Unzip,Touch, Finger,Strip,Mount,Head,Clean,Sleep..Such are commands in Unix!]
Let's call the new awesoming chick in the campus as "Dips". I was so happy that she was to be "mentored" by me, during her lab session. I felt like a boot sector infected by a virus.
"One Small Doubt!!" she said raising her hands. I thanked the kernel for flashing the error message, thus arousing the "doubt butterfly" in her.
I grabbed a chair, pulled it closer.I metamorphed into a rocket surgeon."Yeah...Tell me!" I replied in smooth voice,which never came out.
Soon..... Very soon, I realised that she was hungry.....hungry for knowledge and her technical knowledge was just in the single cell state, like an amoeba.But!! If you ask me to draw her, I would draw her like a "Question Mark" with A.K 47 in its hand.She was asking questions after questions, raping the Unix Kernel and in the process raping the gray cells, lasagna, and neurons inside my head.
"Cease Fire!!! Cease Fire!!!" cried my inner conscious, reminding me that the door to my freedom is just a chair throw away.
To scare her, I sizzled my answers in high technical fat content, but she seemed to take no notice of the calories.
The A.C in the room was on full swing, making noise like a rebelling colon of an old man.But...
I was sweating, my mouth felt dry after so much talking...I was.in slow frame rate....experiencing those..Near..dea..I could see angels..The Golden wheat farm...over the hills...the ribbons of sunlight, shining gold.. slanting low from the left....over to the right, I could see the high wall, with green climber plants on it..the wooden door in the middle...I walk passing my hands over the wheat crop, feeling its tenderness..I push the door which is carved artistically in wood and adorned with awesome things and wood work..I step inside..There I see my Unix Screen, blinking at me..prompting for my password......
"One Small Doubt" I feared that tone, which reminds me of a fire alarm. "Well!! What is it?" I asked her that question from a 100 feet away.
Lucky Me! The faculty waked in.I passed the pink pigeon to his mercy or the other way round on the mercy part.
2 hours later, the faculty was experiencing neural break down.A complete disarray of hope and dejection of all good things in life reflected on his face. His eyebrows pleaded..."Freedom...Freedom..."
With Dips in the lab, the lab virtually turned into a Nazi Camp.
A week later Deepak, my wing man and another usual suspect in network screw ups came back after his "Break" from mumbai.
Dips passed us with a semi colon smile on her face, [Somehow reminded me of calmness before the tempest] on her way to the library.As we looked on gasping for breathe, she disappear down the corridor.
"WOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!Whhoooooooos Dat man?"
"Lot's happen when I aint here."
"Is she taken?"
"Which batch Dude?"
As expected an enema of questions flowed from him.
I should have warned, but..I believe in the theory that "Gold is tested in four ways by rubbing, cutting, heating and beating -- so a man should be tested by these four things and Small doubts"
He became Duracell bunny defying the rules of reality, commonsense and physics.
"Dude!! you people should learn from me on how to hit on a girl." He said that and walked towards the library.
I said a small prayer for him.
I was having my lunch and Deepak came in, his shoulders drooping, hair in a mess [because of trying to activate gray cells by pulling on hair] and dropped on the chair near me. He looked like a soda bottle left open for long with no gas.
I promptly poured a glass of cold water for him.He went bottoms up on that.
"You want food?" I interrupted him
"No.....I don't feel hungry any more.It all died in there."
His gaze was fixed on the many samosa, laddu, vadas kept in the glass shelf..
I know what he was thinking....He was thinking about the golden wheat farm....the wall...the door...
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