With end term examinations fast
approaching, like any sensible person, I should have been stuck up in some
corner of the hostel with a book in my hands, mugging up the innumerable topics
that have inconsiderately been included in the never ending course. But no!
What I am actually busy doing is listening to melancholic love songs and
mulling over something which should otherwise have had no effect whatsoever on
me. (Wait, love songs do not mean that this write-up is about a heart break or
something……definitely no. My heart is very much with me and in one piece, thank
you very much.)
So getting back to the point, I
was not indulged in the activity which was expected of me and was lost in another
sphere with countless thoughts reeling in my mind- thoughts about love,
thoughts about life, thoughts about friendship, thoughts about hurt, thoughts
about anger, and thoughts about this immature guy who with his absurd behavior
had triggered this entirely worthless array of thoughts.
Who was this guy to me— and the
answer rolls off the tongue without second thoughts – absolutely no one. Did he
hold any importance?? Did I care?? Puhlease! These questions in themselves
sound ridiculous. Why would I? He did not matter to me, not even a teeny weeny
bit. He was just an inconsequential person who due to my failure at doing
something more fruitful had occupied the otherwise empty quarters of my brain;
the only problem now being, he was refusing to buzz off. It’s not that I did
not try, that I did to the level best. Went out for a walk, took a shower,
watched an episode of my favourite sitcom, read a page or two of a novel, and
even opened the history notebook and counted the number of chapters that would
be coming for the exam; and darn me to hell; nothing worked. What was about
this person which had made him a permanent guest in my otherwise very peaceful
and un-happening life! He was no Shah Rukh khan or Tom Cruise which would have
made me go all gooey over him, nor was he among the likes of Brad Pitt or Zac
Ephron who with their uber hot appeal had made me swoon and go weak in my knees
whenever I watched then on the television or laptop screen, neither did he possess
that massive intellectual prowess (the kind which Cleopatra has been known to
use to her advantage to seduce her men)……..and yet here he was in all
ordinariness capturing a large part of my mind.
As I was involved in my own
world, I heard my room partner calling out to me, asking me to explain the
‘garden leave clause’ to her, and thus breaking the chain of thoughts that had
engaged me for quite some time. Out and about from the la la land, I picked up
the Contract book and tried to clear her doubts. And whilst doing so it
suddenly occurred to me that this guy would definitely not be the one who would
be writing my papers for me. Sadly enough, I would have to do that
myself…..(oh! how I wish there was a way out.) Pushing him to the backburner, I
got up and picked up the history notes once again and started going through
Pitts India Act of 1784 (mugging up is such a torture).
The guy would be popping up in my
thoughts every now and then, after all, any day he was a better topic to think
over than why these Englishmen attempted judicial reforms, when they made the
same mistake each time they tried. But despite being a more fascinating subject
he’d have to wait, since I had no intention of failing and repeating the
semester. Hopefully the exam pressure would consume me and I’d forget all about
the episode and the desire to know why I wasted so much of my time on him would
slowly subside. Because as Thomas Gray brought to the world’s notice ‘ignorance
is bliss’, pure and unadulterated bliss if you ask me…..and hence, some things
are oft better left unsaid and undone.
