One day, thousand lives.

Hell...o

Bright and sunny, yeah right. As always.

0730 hours

Destination:Residence
I tear the upper eyelids from the lower ones. The light cuts deep into the cornea, telling me its daytime. Crack up or you are done for.


0800
Reeling from the after effects of the medications that seemed to grown somehow over the week, Make my way to the mirror. Turn on the water.

Drip..drip..Splash.

As the haze clears, the mirror image becomes more distinct. A ghostly face. Pale. A day old stubble. Eyes bloodshot, sleep deprived. An image of frustration

0805

Mental alarms go off. Examination in an hour and half.


0900

Patience gives way, so does the book covers as they are flung to some un-rescue-able corner of the room. Move to bathroom. Shower turned on.

Drip..drip..Splash

Head under the falling water.

0915

Head still under the falling water.
Thoughts being washed away, siphoned off by the cold water. Swirling away in a whirlpool of dirt and grime from the previous day.

0920

Head still under shower.
Some noise. From far away. ...
There, that noise again. Jerked back into reality, realize its just someone shouting from the other side of the door.

Asking me if i died in there?


....Heh.


0940


Destination:College
Kids surround me. In hordes,all discussing.
A picnic!

No something was missing. No happy noises. *sigh*
Just another examination.

Irritating kids stuffing their brains to the limit with any kind of information from their books and notes.

Hands in pocket, I climb the stairs to the examination hall. Turning back once, I look at the sun. Then walk on.


1120

Examination over. Mixed emotions all around. None within me. ... ... Thankfully.


1200

Classroom. Bug eyes professor droning in some foreign language.

Irritation.

Kids sleeping, nerds writing practicals at the back, back benchers in  the front rows.

Weird day or a day dream.

Maybe stupid college.

Maybe stupid world.

Irritation.


1330

Free time. Nerds still writing practicals. Where's yours?
Someone asked me. I ate it for lunch. I barked.

Scared kid. Amusing


Lunch, what's that? Food of some sort, memory told me.
Oh, I said.

My stomach rumbled in agreement. You only ate this morning, you glutton. I told it. It still made weird noises. But they dies soon, as did my hunger.

1420


Lunch break over. Kids returning for laboratory classes. I was moving along with them. Being washed ashore by the flow.  ....Heh..

Kids stinking of their lunch menus, some sleepy, everyone present though.

Lab started. Questions given, aims given, objectives explained.

No clue.

Sitting, looking at two ants fight over a tiny bit of bread on the window sill.

1520

Fight over. Still no clue, what to do.

Called for vivas. Sat with a poker face in front of the faculty.
Each trying to measure the others strengths.

It started.

re Model of BJT amplifier?

Silence.

Voltage divider circuit current gain?

Silence..

Field current?

Irritating silence.

GO AWAY. YOU DONT KNOW ONE SINGLE THING. ....

1640

Still no clue, what was going on around me.
Class about to end

1730

Destination:Residence
Packed Japanese textbooks.


1800

Destination:Japanese training facility
Two hours of fruitful exercise. satisfaction...


2020

Destination:On the way back home

Clear vision of unclear roads. Rains. Heavy.
Rain drops

Drip..drip...splash.

Wet face, wet hair, wet spine. water seeping into the clothes, licking my skin.

Cold.


2030

Smooth roads, glistening roads, clean roads. Cleaned of most humanity.
Suddenly...CRASH..

A car ran over a cyclist. ...no one died, except the cycle...
People looked at the scene and kept running in search of some cover.
To sit there and discuss the mishap. The cyclist was on the road. Getting wet.

People.

Smarting all over outside. The car driver smarting all over inside. Afraid to come out.
I parked my bike and tried to move the cyclist aside.
No, i didnt want to help . Dont get me wrong.
 He was just blocking the road for others. And for me.

2035

A traffic guy was passing along, saw the scene. Walked up to my bike and asked to no one in particular, whose bike is this?

The dead cycle still lay there, the half dead cyclist beside it. Both invisible to the police guy.

People.... Irritation....people causing irritation

2110

Destination:residence

Discarded wet clothes. Discarded the days works into the bed.

2200

Discarded consciousness.



....
......

Life is a bed of roses. Sweet smelling and inviting. But yes, with the roses come the thorns just as sharp..


People assume....
....People speculate
People do this....
....People do that


I hate people.

Try to be a person and not just people.

Do everything in life, and in death.
Never do just one thing.

Never regret...Ever....

Everything that happens, must happen and everything that did not should not have happened.

If anything makes something right or wrong is nothing outside, it is just your conscience.

So keep it clean...or if you cant..just kill it.
And ..."live" like me.


Later..