The Chronicles Of A Chronic Procrastinator..

WOE IS ME...........
How many great narratives have started with that..? well...i'm pretty sure there are quite a few..(and no..u're not allowed to disagree..lol..)
and this one ought to belong in that list..(of great narratives..) I say that with such confidence without actually having even written this as yet since i know what it takes to make a great narrative...to evoke the strongest human sympathy possible...a tear jerker..u ask? naaah..not really...but i do want u to feel sorry for me..
and i intend to succeed...so compose u'reself...u are about to ride a wave ..a slow tide that will ebb eventually but will hold u in it's grip for as long as it possible can....(don't make me beg..ok...u gotto hear me out..)

so the 'kahani' (for all of u who know even less hindi than i do...it means story...silly billies..) starts with a bright , clever, funny (etc. ) albeit horribly wronged-by-fate girl.... So we have her sitting all alone by the light of a lamp late at night..u may picture a cinderella...slightly better dressed...and minus a future prince in her destiny...(ah who knows..maybe i'll get lucky..)

haa.haa...sorry just took a couple of mins thinking about prince william..and what i'm missing down that avenue..lol..u guys!! he's yummy...still..
lol..anyway..i'm meandering...so getting back to it...our cinderella is stuck by the light of a solitary lamp for 3 whole days slaving....slaving and slaving...endlessly...(i know..u get the picture..lol..i was going for emphasis..) over some utterly futile and pointless crap that is her records and assignments for her crappy college...

now..pls don't misunderstand..i am not trashing education..or our education system(which actually is eminently 'trashable' would'nt u say??? ..anyway i'm saving that for another day..)
this is just about my college..which although it has really taught me quite a lot...only just not in the way of physics..which is what i enrolled for btw..

So...it's a week before my end semester practical exam, which is a culmination of all we are supposed to have learnt over the semester...(now what was it again...??) and we are to submit our revered records...which i have managed to keep completely clean and blank...new and shiny..lol..

hold on..i know what u're thinking..how irresponsible of cinderella...does she expect us to feel sorry for her..but the thing is...well..lol...yeah..i do expect u to feel sorry for me...'cos u know why...(and i say this in a meek , very baby voice..) ....i broke my leg and did'nt go to college for 2 months...

so i'm entitled...but the month that separated my return to my illustrious college and the sem pracs...seems to have disappeared in a haze of getting used to my old daydreaming pattern..and reaquiring skills that atrophied along with the muscles in my leg....such as passing notes without getting caught..talking on a cellphone in class...and eating chips without crunching too loudly..and other such difficult and long aquired skills...

and so i find myself one night before the absolutely last deadline (that is the day before my pracs..)..with 6 experiments of 18 not done...so i scramble..and finish writing in an exquisitely neat but completely illegible handwriting pages and pages...i do remember some graphs ..but i think i got someone else to do most of 'em...thank god for friends huh...(oh this is for u gayatri..lol..and meghs and atticus)

the familiar refrain rings through my head..."HOW DID I GET MYSELF INTO THIS???" ..."I'M NEVER GONNA LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN"...i'm gonna do my work on time in future...never ever..i berate myself...but procrastination is in my blood...(well that's a product of laziness i know...but hey i can't admit i'm intrinsically lazy....or did i just??) so one week later....voila...i'm in the same fucking boat...the words in my head are just as above...and this time it's not as easy as records...i actually have to write something of substance...on my own....oh the agony of it...

so it's midnight...and for the last hour i've been writing this...so just wasted time..lol..comforted myself with the thought that anyway i'm too sleepy to do anything particularly productive...(does that mean this is'nt...??...lol..)
anyway...yeah..so i have postponed for tomorrow morning the painful process of cribbing from a textbook...

and i do mean painful in a physical sort of sense too...lol...try and imagine juggling a 2000 page textbook weighing in atleast middleweight category...and a laptop..i think i've tried every contortion...laptop on lap...book by one side...results in what i'd call a lateral pain in the neck....book on the otherside...sort of hoped that it would neutralise the effect...but no such luck..lol...now i have a pain in both sides of the neck...then...came up with brilliant solution...would read one line and type it not continously read and type...that did'nt work 'cos i figured my memory up and decides to desert me despite the fact it knows my neck is being a pain...i mean how much of an effort is to remember a couple of lines at one go...jeez...

so anyway...now i have to stop...'cos i just realised this has become one giant sob story...lol..well too bad..i don't have to apologize to anyone for writing this...'tis my prerogative...

lol... that's what every idiot who wastes someones time says... well i did'nt ask u to read..so..lol..or maybe i did...vishnu, meeru...u guys are obligated...too bad...lol..

ok till next time...sayonara

oh tubba...in case u read this...u're gonna hear this sob story separately..lol..the benefits(or not...) u get..lol...