we dont need no edookeshun

dragging myself out of bed and trying to make it for the 7 am lecture was a routine during college days.. the front benchers jeer at me when i enter midway through the lecture, i ignored the stinky-looks the lecturer gave (nilima), the glare at the watch (pinky) .. others (vitu, iyer sir, menon m'am) didnt' mind the late entry, probably thankful i made an entry (not so happy when i dozed off 6 mins later).. pandey sir was the only one till date to appreciate the honesty i exhibited by sleeping in his class.. calling it a true litmus test of his class.

anje the bright used to pretend that she didnt' pay all too much attention in class, joking arnd when the prof was on the phone or was interrupted by outsiders, but confounded us when she topped at first, n then made it a routine, her obsession with all things underwater (not just some lame creek or pond.. she set her sights on the limitless ocean).. conjuring mystical hybrids and mentally doing her egyptian hunk of an excuse so many times.. he ought to be mentally ravaged by now

sam and nam, the eternal twins, conjoined souls.. were mirrors of each other in jest, tomfoolery or sometimes (most times) ignorance.. spike was the class act/clown.. making it for the morning class was as easy for him as trying out for the AC Milan first division team... parker the ever mr. popular, with his cursive handwriting and smooth talks charmed all the femmes in the class.. the proverbial "good boy" ...jaya and anu rounded off the group.. paying searing attention in class and proving it in the papers.

making us an unconventional n wacky group that misses being that way today..

here's hoping we reunite soon, days, months, years probably from now.. hoping we cease our lives to relive the above.. doesnt' matter how fat, thin, old we get, or immature we stay..