Before I start I am gonna make one thing clear. This post isnt about the nostalgia you feel whenever you hear the word 'college life'. Instead its about the fact how hallucination hits you top middle center right from 10 am.
The alarm has snoozed for more than 10 times in a row. Its 9.45, and god damn things are just to start. The delay factor is slowly rising so what do I do?
A drowsy walk down the stairs, a even more drowsy face wash leads me to the newspaper. No way am I gonna read it because there isn't that much concentration left in the bones. The diary is still glancing and by the time I am on my bike its already 9.55. What do I feel at that moment? I know I would cover the distance of 14 km in a matter of 5 minutes. Thats the pickup of hallucination, reason because I feel the same way 20 days a month and not a single day have i landed in the premises before 10.15 am.
The first period is on the go and in real life you dont face similar circumstances like the mentos advertisement. The repeated encounter with the teacher marks the first hallucination. Why are you late ? Sir! the bike had a bad puncture and the traffic was like crazy. By this time the teacher is aware of the hallucination I had been offering for more than 1 year now so he refuses to accept it! What do I do?
I give a damn and enter the class.
Attending the lectures is like digesting hallucinations every now and then. Here are some examples of the hallu's that strike during the 50 minutes session:
1. What if i cut loose the ceiling fan above the position where the teacher is standing?
2. What if I could take out the rocket launcher and one clean shot into the head of the mofo.....vussssssssssssssssssh
3. Picturing this! Kareena enjoying the million dollar orgasm in the fucken 69 pose with whom?..none other than our very own bantu(hallucinator, co-creator of our blog)
4. And of course witnessing Soumyajit deliver his 'anntel' talks and relentless approach to buttering the teachers-thats a real time hallu.
By the time the 50 mins has crossed the thing I have inherited is resistance. Resistance to withstand yet another period and my only weapon of choice being HALLUCINATIONS. They say "Jodi tor daak sune keu na aase tobe hallucination nio cholo re" - thats a principle well learnt during my college phase.