Random Muse - 5: Why?

Miss Emma Bee isn’t happy.
She goes to shop, buys everything she wants.
She comes back home.
She feels bored.
What are you supposed to do with everything after you have got everything?
Obviously, aim high.
She aims for the stars.
She does not get any.
What a frustration!
She polishes her nails while listening to hard rock.
She eats good food and reads a few books.
She travels to places far and wide.
She meditates.
She buys self-help books.
She socializes, drinks, smokes.
She does everything possible under the sun. Or the stars.

But Miss Emma Bee is still not happy.
Why?

The week that was...

Usually, the above titled posts are there on Saturdays or Sundays – when most people, recount their busy week schedules. But MBA isn’t your usual course. Here the weeks have no beginnings or ends. The concept of weekends is obsolete – you have exams/classes/presentations on your typical Sunday afternoons. The last two times when I went out to watch movies were on Monday nights rather than on your typical weekend. Weeks fly by before you can snap your fingers. Its like some roller coaster calendar...one term = twelve weeks = around 25 hours of classes per week and maybe another 5 hours of group work/free riding and movies to watch on LAN and going out with friends and ... The fourth term is about to end and I feel like I have come here yesterday. Seriously, where does all the time go?

Then, the other day, my sister tells me over the phone that she needs moral support to get past some stupid graduation mid-term exam. Excuse me! Moral Support! Have you ever had – in the past seven days – some four presentations plus some quizzes plus assignments plus projects plus got a shock of some finance marks(Talking of marks, I think ‘financial derivatives’ will be the final nail in the coffin of my Oh-I-Can-Do-Finance Illusion)? Dude, these mere mortal doing MBA NEED moral support!

If this isn’t enough, this term is spilling over the next term. So many term assignments are due beginning of the next term. We all love temporary short-term happiness, don’t we? The mantra is – If it isn’t due tomorrow morning, it should not be worked upon.

Then there are classes. Some are good, some bad and some OMG so boring. In good classes you get to learn some real life stuff like anger management and conflict resolution (need of the hour with all that despicable anonymous letter stuff flowing around). In bad classes, you keep on staring at the teacher like a deaf and mute, not understanding a bit of finance dialect he speaks.
And in the OMG so boring classes, you count.
e.g.
No. of tube lights in class = 104
No. of emergency tube lights = 2
No. of bulbs = 21
No. of ACs (that will freeze me to death some day) = 5
No. of smoke detectors = 10
No. of fans = 11
No. of white boards = 2
No. of chairs = 72...no 73......no......

Then when you lose count, you sleep.

Wanna race?

After a very long time, I played this car-race game ‘Need for speed’.
I got to choose my car and the course.
I was excited.
The countdown finished.
The race started.
First five minutes went into figuring which keys will move my car.
The other cars must have completed one lap by then. Panic! Hurry!
Either the car ran at full speed (which must be 200 km/hr) or it didn’t move.
The car seemed allergic to road...it wanted to run on the pavement or hit lampposts and other cars.
In an urgent desire to at least come 23rd...My car met with a major accident because of loss of control (or maybe pressing too many keys simultaneously).
Ok! No sweat! Car was still intact...let’s go!
As soon as I started to gain speed, it blinked in bold letters “Wrong Way”
Now ...which ever direction I started to move, it said ‘wrong way’
But if I reversed my car, it was ok.
I thought that maybe I should race in reverse gear...but saw all the other cars had completed the race long, long back.
Then I realized that maybe I had lost the race.
I wasn’t even drunk-driving.

Life is a mess...literally

Life is an everyday struggle to find things that have suddenly become invisible. You open your eyes on a bright sunny morning thinking that maybe today...everything will go just perfect when...THUMP! You are lying flat on the floor, your foot entangled in a LAN wire+ iron cord+ charger wire...wondering whether you fell directly from the bed or tripped. It is not a very nice way to wake up to the crude realities of life but then at least you got some morning exercise by weight-lifting your body off the floor.
But we are digressing. I was talking about how things disappear.
So, you need to go and take a bath and what exactly will be missing will be your shower cap or a towel. Then...twenty minutes later and after you have searched the whole room three times over, you realize the only place left to look was underneath your pillow and voila! You find the shower cap. Similarly, wrist watch is somewhere snuggled in a book inside your bag. The floaters are under the double-bed...exactly in the middle. The cell-phone/room keys/wallet might be in your jeans pocket(s) that is lying in your bucket. The only comb that you have is suddenly missing from the drawer...and you have to go without combing your hair for two days (not that combing helps my hair much). Then don’t even talk about the books (blue books/note books et al) that go missing that you end up carrying ‘brand’ blue book instead of ‘banking’ book in the ‘banking’ open book exam.
The saga doesn’t stop here (though you can if I have bored you enough). Some of the things have been permanently lost. Like dental floss. Or a toothbrush (don’t worry...I bought another and haven’t stopped brushing my teeth). Like innumerable pieces of stationery. Like 21,347 minutes of a struggle to find these things. Like self-respect when every second person that comes to the room wonders aloud, “Oh my God! Did a hurricane pass by your room?”

Hah! Now I have stopped caring. When the things get lost, the best policy is not to find them. Then they, in most cases, re-appear by themselves and give you that exhilarating joy of discovery. My room has become a treasure – hunt of lost things. Come play.