The Biomedical class is going on as usual,
My eyes are getting heavy, I'm seeing things dual,
Sir's 'OKAY?'s are resonating inside my head,
My traitorous thoughts keep returning to my bed.
The DC power supply has now ceased to work,
My bulb has gone off, but the teacher continues to irk.
Alternative or direct, no current is now passing,
'When will he go? Oh when will he leave?' my mind keeps asking.
This pretty much sums up my college life, so far.
It's been a little more than a month since I've started living in
Mysore, Karnataka, to study at the All India Institute of Speech and Hearing,
an institute, from where incidentally, my father had passed out exactly 30
years ago.
I wouldn't blame you in the slightest if you had no idea what an
audiologist and speech language therapist does, and if you think I said that
because I was about to give you a lengthy explanation of what I'm actually
studying, then you're very much mistaken.
Google is a verb now. Example:
GOOGLE IT.
No, in all seriousness, college is very interesting, and despite the
hectic schedule, the hours of rehearsals for the Annual Day and the hours spent
cutting bits of cloth and metal wires for Friendship Day decorations, hostel is
fun too.
Besides me, there's only one other Bengali girl in my batch, and others
are from different states.
And if there's one thing that I've learnt from my stay at a girls'
hostel so far, as long as you're with people you like and who like you back,
you can bear any amount of crap thrown at you with a grin.
And the freedom is...heady.
Sniff it with caution.
And on that note, I say Ciao for now.
Stay tuned. :)
