Good Morning

I have a software engineering test tomorrow but the subject is so mundane that I am searching for excuses to not study it..neways as I was nightdreaming while attempting to rattofy the subject my memory wandered back to a few days ago which was probably the most memorable morning I can recall..it was the day when one of my best friends ot scheduled ie got a job…lets call her kahani for now..the news came at 3 o clock in the morning and I was awakened frm my dream when I had begun to assimilate the voices that I was hearing outside my rooms into the events of my dreams..so then as per the ritual we had a bucket party and as per the new ritual I was drenched as a complimentary activity by everyone .. so after this me , kahani and one other friend hmm lets call her tima for now decided to hav a night out..i had fallen out with tima just a day ago so things were somewhat strained between us..yet the happy tidings had more or less made things normal again..so we searched the kings treasure – dc ++ for movies and finally singled out ‘Bridget jone’s diary’ basically because ardent movie fans that all three of us are, between us we hav watched almost all the .avi’s of dc..neways the sound wasn’t the right wavelength for our ears so we downloaded a .srt file as well..hmm so after this elaborate requirement analysis(see I do care bout my exam tomorrow) of about half an hour we watched the moive with ample amount of sighing over the ohh so gorgeous Hugh Grant and I fell alsleep for the last 15 mins after it was discovered that this eye candy was playing the shade grey..

It was around 5:30 after the movie and the heroine of the day kahani fell asleep though I after waking up engaged in something I undoubtedly excel…trust me it is morally impossible to tell what all tima and I gossiped bout that morning..then we shoved kahani awake and decided to go for a walk(a first for me !!) in the colony..so with tea glasses in hands(which btw we are unauthorised to take to our rooms but since we were taking then outside the hostel it wasn’t actually breaking the code was it??)..neways we headed for a much untrodden lane(by us students) of the colony..i would not bore u by describing the extraordinary number of parrots chirping away on a singular tree nor would I tell you about the guy who seemed so cute a distance away but actually turned out to be horror movie star material and his dog that barked at its owner..and yes the lane we had chosen turned out to be the residential area of almost all the profs of our department and we were wondering if a certain dear prof would come out of his home to holler at us here as well…

So after returning to the hostel and depositing the glasses at the mess kitchen(me and kahani are in the mess committee )..i went to my room only to receive a call frm a frnd who had gone home that time..lets call her chika…she asked me to pour buckets of water on her behalf on the recently employed frnd..needless to say I did it and got drenched again…I changed and then got drenched again..it was indeed a good good morning…