Saturday 7 January 2012

If you have it, you have IIT


        He woke up with groggy eyes. He didn't like waking up so early in the morning, it made his head spin and stomach roil. He had no other option though; tuitions were mostly scheduled in the morning. "Useless buggering insomniacs", he thought viciously. "It'd soon be over", he reassured himself, just for the sole purpose of convincing himself.
       He'd decided to study literature; sciences attracted him as much as rafflesia's smell. He's just joined the engineering stream because he was told it would be good for his future. By now, he'd understood that sciences would ruin his life, rather than make it worthwhile. It wasn't as if he was bad at sciences. He was rather good. Better than many. But being good at engineering and being happy were two totally different things.
      "I'd talk to my parents the next time I go home", he quietly resolved. They would understand, he knew. It'd take a hell lot of persuading, but they'd understand. It'd cause quite a scandal back home, but he'd learnt a while back that society was the most stupid organisation of all times, and he didn't giva a rat's fart to what people would say on his disgraceful(?) return.A blast of music from his cell phone jolted him out of his reverie. It was his mom on the other side.
        "Hi mom", he said. "Hello" was the stiff and cold reply from the other side. Uh-oh, I know this tone, he realized with sudden panic. He had answered the call now though, and no excuses to end it flashed through his nimble, yet now silent-for once mind.
        "I guess you now know why I'm calling at this hour", his mother said, her tone getting harsher with each word. "The topper boy of the institute has dropped out of the 30's and still doesn't have a shed of remorse. Don't you know how much me and your dad has invested for you? And you have absolutely no regard..." on and on, she went.
              He dutifully listened to the tirade, never explaining that some guys were bullying him at his tuition, that he'd had more migraine attacks in the last month than in his entire life or even that he didn't like what he was studying. After apologising for what seemed to be the hundredth time and promising to do better next time, he finally calmed his mom down.
           With a sigh. he opened the chemistry textbook and started studing the periodic table.....