Saturday, May 30, 2009

Coffee at MICA

25th May : The day dawned bright and clear. Young, eager and enthusiastic, we sprung forth with unbounded energy and enthusiasm looking at our future with doe-eyed adoration through baby-pink frosted glasses. Some, on the other hand, like yours sincerely, having blanched at the prospect of 6 hour classes after a year of cozy hibernation, could look only at breakfast as a worthwhile future. My tested belief in a hearty breakfast as the only solution to armageddon being yet un-failed, I proceeded to MICAfe and was overwhelmed to see cornflakes with hot and cold milk. And now I was sure, that at MICA anything was possible. So with this bright belief when I spotted a bowl full of a brown-chocolatey powder, I positively sang out loud. Imagine, I thought, they even give us Bournvita. (Refusal to grow up is not an uncommon phenomenon, specially in circumstances when age stares you right in the face). Heaping two massive spoons of 'Bournvita' into a tiny cup of milk, I sat down to drown my tastebuds in chocolate, only to discover that it was (why in the blazes was it not obvious to me?) - COFFEE!

So with 2 spoons of sheer black coffee pounding through my veins, I stepped into the class and stepped out only after having being asked, not-so-politely by the faculty to zip my mouth, roll my tongue back in and keep my hand firmly out of vertical air space. Coffee can make you hyperactive.

Also, it's 'vein'ophillic. It sticks right in and decides to make even incorrigible shirkers into enthusiastic workers. Want to avoid workaholicism? Avoid caffeine.
Coffee made me determinedly decide to turn my room from a natural bakery-oven to a human friendly habitat. That innocent endeavour ended up sending warning bells to Noah and his Arc, after I successfully drenched all my sheets in water and hung them from the windows. I later happened to see that the room was almost submerged and water was pouring out into the corridor and cascading like a gentler version of the Niagra Falls from the first floor onto the ground floor. Ofcourse I was alerted only by the plaintive cries and frantic queries of an attendant. Coffee also makes you blind to the minor irritants of life.

Coffee is a typical woman - stimulating beginnings, troublesome endings.

4 comments:

  1. OMG preeti, this is like so so funny....u have a knack of doing innocent things which somehow by some devine intervention become disasters.....u didnt tell bout ur hyperactivity in chacha's first class :)

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  2. Ha ha hahaha,... Hey pre .. u no wat caffeine cud actually help ya get over ur initial hiccups @ MICA ;)... Well jus remeber no matter wat !!?! there's a silver lining to every cloud.... :D Jus stay put n expereience the colours of life,.. :D.. Tk cre

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  3. @Smudged Ink
    Funny to you is embarrassing to me. :(
    And being labelled a Nehruvian socialist and asked not to distract the capitalist class in the first lecture itself is just such an instance!

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  4. @Unholy3Devil
    No it is still not helping me stay awake! And that is the biggest hiccup :D

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