Heyyo.
Its 03.07.19
15.32 pm.
Im on the metro going back home.
Today was a good day at uni.
And so, I am going to tell you tales of my new adventure.
Today, morning, 8.28am, metro
I downloaded songs on my new phone when I was on my way to campus, I put 1 of the songs on loop, called "Saathiya Mera". It was on loop, and it was a good day.. atleast I thought so untill thought I took the Vidhan Souda metro exit, this time as I reached.. deboarded, and took the wrong exit.
I went into Cubbon Park apparently, being so lost in the beauty my city, Bengaluru has contained within itself.
I wandered my way around and through it.
It was as I realized that I was late for my H.O.Ds' ABt class (Animal Biotechnology), which, I clearly am very poor at.
No, not the Biotech bit; I'm bad at the Animal bit.
Whatever she taught usually gets into my cranium naturally rather than me having to force it, by taking notes and cramming my brain to study and learn too many things and concepts.
I had to find a way out.
I tried Maps, in vain.
It started to get all sweaty due to the heat and nervousness I carried on myself.
-note though, Cubbon Park is hugh, easy to get lost and has lot of trees so the temperature there was about a degree or two lesser than avg area temperature.
I almost started to break down, I felt like I was left all alone to fend for myself.
I know, everyone is left to fend for themselves, and the only saviour you have is yourself or the only person who can save you, is you.
Which ever you like.
I am aware of.
I somehow managed to get to the main road near the cubbon park metro station, got an autorikshaw and rushed to class.
The class and maam were _VERY FORGIVING_ they claimed.
They were
One of my classmates told maam I must be marked present although I was late by 10 minutes, when they were asked by my dear H.O.D herself.
Shift to a wonderful ending, after a Wonderful Wednesday Class
I was walking back to the metro station with Ann, yeah, I guess Ive told you about her before also.
Uh, NO, i dont intend on writing a biography about her.. for the following reasons if you want..
1. I am not worthy a writer, to write about anyone.
2. I dont think i am worthy enough to write about her at all.
3. Im still practicing my writinv style and techniques
4. She wouldn't like it.
5. Maybe she would, should I ask her..?
6. I dont think I know her enough to even write about her, the real her
7. I dont want to piss her off or make her sad when she gets to know I'm m doing such things..
So, you'll know already, through the blogs, about my crazy behaviour and acts..
So, we were was walking, as usual, to the bus stand, and I dont remember what i said, but im sure it was pretty stupid that made her say
"Im gonna kill you..!"
And i was like
"Oh, okay, is it an assassination or just a stupid murder ?"
"What..?"
"Hey, one can wish for a designer death..!" I say..
She said something, it went above my head, because i had to come to.my senses that i just puf the two words 'designer' and 'death' together..
So after a pause or so, as far as I remember
I look at her and ask her, "Did i just say 'Designer Death' ..?"
"Uh, yeah.." said she.
I'm just at awe with myself with the fact i could even put thise two words together.
And the maddness continues.
Stick around for fun crazy updates XP XD
R.K.
