Extended Weak..End...

"Gullu, What's the time?"

"Its 07:45AM... too early for you to get up", utterred my lovable roomy.

Titilated by the thought of dreaming bit more, i smiled with the eyes closed, covered myself quickly again with the sheet, turned my side and slipped back to the world, which had paused itself may be just for me, and continued with the sweet dream.
45 minutes later i felt an impetus... as if someone's flipping on my head. It was none other than my all time companion - my Cellphone- vibrating in full swings, trying its best to wake me up, just to obey the command that i fed into it last night. I snoozed it and slept.. only to be bothered after 5 more minutes and to snooze it again. This continued till 10:00, when i finally realised that there is something which is prohibiting me from getting up and gearing for the day - My Health !! Oh! I was just another prey of the pervasive virus...the virus of trinity...Cold, cough and fever.

Howsoever strong my immunity be, it fails exactly twice a year... during transition from one extreme to another... 'extreme'.. because Delhi is known for both - Hot winters and Cool summers. Yeah..i mean exactly the same...HOT Winters...and COOL summers !! How?? Have a look at the dazzling crowd and answer will be with u the very moment.

I, being the victim of virus, woke up all chocked. Bodyache, cough, heavy eyes, low energy state and high temperature... It was then my utmost responsibility to inform both my Boss and the Trainee (who's gonna replace me soon) that i won't be able to witness them today at 'TCS Towers'. The later sounded quite relieved and emaciated on hearing the news. Afterall, he had then one more day to enjoy his life before stepping into the world of professionalism.

There is just no single day that can replace the weekend. Our wait for weekend starts from the very first day... but today, though the very first day was an off, was a hell.... Damn !! How difficult is it to stay at hostel, haunted by lonely rooms and empty beds. There was no one to talk except 'Jharna' - our cook. But one can better listen to one's laptop than tolerating her. I tried to sleep, but couldn't. The deamons of pain, restlessness, queasiness, loneliness and finally Jharna, had conspired together impeccably to torment my soul. I was lying on my bed, turning sides and trying to overcome the unbearable pain. I had the cure..but not the courage and energy to move downstairs for a glass of water. "O' God...Please, anyhow...gimme some water to propitiate the excruciating deamons.." I pleaded... but in vain.

I am finally convinced that there is no one called 'GOD'... It is just one's will power that is portrayed as the omnipotent God. Had HE been there, he would definitely have appeared to help those who are genuinely in need. But since HE does not exist tangibly... they have coined the maxim 'God helps those who help themselves'. You know why? Because God is none other than our inner self. So you'll find a way only if you will try hard over it ('help yourself' as they say). I have been waiting for someone called 'GOD' throughout my life only to reach the conclusion that HE lies within us. Just believe in yourself and leave no stone unturned, you'll have anything you desire. Believe me !

At last, with much efforts, i helped myself and got a glass of water to gulp the bitter cure - the tablet. I expected it to act as soon as its inside me... but no appeasement.. i was still at the worst of it. A few minutes later, i had to run downstairs towards the washroom. Afterall its my duty to help 'Chandna' (our 'bi') in keeping the hostel clean and not puking where ever i feel like.
The door was latched from inside...

"Who's there?"

"Its me."

"Damn!" ...Who 'me'..?? i thought.. but had no time to wait..

Rushed to the next room upsatirs and here it heaves.... UAACH !

"Maa..Help me..Plz someone gimme a hand..i need u so badly..whosoever u r..."

No one to listen... me crying alone in pain... But as the rule says, 'help urself' so did i there too.

Few minutes later, i was a bit relieved...sat down on stairs and called up mom...
By then, it was time for all to come back home....Neena didi advised me to take steam... tablet also was in full effect till that time and i was completely at ease.

It was then a time to practise some online drills followed by dinner.....Ummm.....manchurian, bhindi and kadhi.... Yummy..!!

Allz fine now...

I am enjoying narrating the experience to you and waiting for my weak to start...just to wait for the weekend again :))

Yes I am an Engineer !!

College days are a real fun... lemme douse you into those golden days through the following composition: My feelings when i was in the penultimate year of graduation...


Yes i am an engineer...
persuing degree over here,

Studying in the nature's lap
A distinct place in global map.

Life here is full of fun..
Tensions vensions there are none.
Books and lectures are a part..
They say learn it by heart.

Think it not to be a crime,
when i spend my lovely time..
Hanging out with my peer,
in the dhabas which are near.

Yes i am an engineer..
persuing degree over here !

When falls the festive season,
the joy floods in with no reason.
Techno fests add a gear..
quizzez and contests i have to bear.

But the truth is my dear,
hidden somewhere is a fear..
My feelings, they are pure, ..
My future is not secure.

So along with this masti-vasti,
never let the books get rusty.
They are your true peer,
you'll realise when not be here.

Yes i am an engineer,
Persuing degree over here....