It's a holi-holiday!

VOILA!!

After what seemed like ages we are finally getting a day for ourselves! Hey no, we are getting three consecutive days off, starting from today, which is like totally wow, considering the number of days (including weekends) we have worked our asses off. I mean, c'mon seriously we need a break. Though the fourth month of the year has just begun, I almost feel like this is the last or something, thanks to my dreary and draggy routine.

It's not like I totally hate my entrance classes or anything. In fact, I've started to quite like it or may be it's only that I'm getting used to the "darkness". Whatever it is, it ain't so bad.

While the maddening part is the RT session, the best part is the lunch break we get from 1 to 2, when we 7 girls get together and chit-chat about absolutely anything and everything ranging from food to boys.

Evy, being the liveliest and wittiest among us, always has some story or the other to tell us, whether it's about her RAK friends, her dance classes, Arjun Lal, her obsession with my i-pod video, or her lil sister who keeps calling in between classes just to bug her. It surprises me at times how perfectly she's fit into our group. And I kind of like the way she addresses me "eda", nobody other than Mithu Auntie ever calls me that.

Talking about classes, Physics class is pretty fun, well at least for me. It's amusing to see our sir desperately trying to crack jokes and covering it up the minute he realizes none of us have actually got it, saying "leave it!". The number of times he uses that phrase a day is yet another thing to talk of! I hate my Maths sir. Or may be, not hate, just dislike. I don’t know, but I had this instinctive dislike towards him from the minute I set my eyes on him, for no specific reason as such. Funny, yet weird!

Chemistry classes are hysterical, if not hilarious, with sir giving unwanted stresses to obscure words making it sound all the more out-of-the-world, while being generous enough giving a free shower to the front benchers. If you have seen the movie Main Hoon Naa ,you'd probably understand what I mean. Anyway, Nerdy came late today and had a royal two hour bath. Poor fellow, his "wth" expression bursts me into a fit of laughter, each time I look at him.

And 22 (that's another guy) keeps his eyes glued on to his mobile screen throughout the 2 hours, occasionally passing comments on sir, that too without taking his eyes off the screen nor the earplugs off his ears and for an entertainment, he goes to the toilet, say like six times an hour.

It's strange but I have to admit that Nerdy inspires me. I don't know, but each time I give up hope on a question and stare at the paper blankly for some miraculous brainwave to strike me, it never does. But one time I just take a look at him and see him doing the question, I get some sort of an encouragement.

We're together for the RTs but it's not like we talk, or even look at each other for that matter. He always seems to be absorbed in his own work. In fact, till yesterday I had thought that he hardly knew how to smile. The RTs had begun late yesterday, and that was when I had been successful in discovering the playful shade in him.

While we were waiting for the RTs to begin, Nerdy and Skinny had become so bored that they grabbed one of those hefty books they found on the table and started playing "guess the page number"!! Being hefty as it is, it had around 900 something pages, so it wasn't really easy to guess, you see. It was Skinny's turn to guess the page which Nerdy had taken. And each time, he gave a correct answer, that is somewhere even in the vicinity, Nerdy would be like, "Ass, man!"

Uh, yeah, I KNOW it's an offense but then I've never heard anybody offending the other in a cuter way, though Skinny wouldn't in a gazillion years agree with me! :) Anyway, I like him, Nerdy, I mean (like duh, considering the number of times his name has appeared in this post)

I would love to keep writing, but the clock striking 1AM has just brought me back to my senses. I can hear my dad and mom having a snoring competition a wall away, obviously dad leading. I might as well join them!

G'nite. Oh I mean, G'mornin!