Death of the SundayJune 23, 2008
Yesterday was possibly the longest day of my life. It started at 4 AM, I kid you not, 4 AM. This was mainly due to a little something called...
Yesterday was possibly the longest day of my life. It started at 4 AM, I kid you not, 4 AM. This was mainly due to a little something called Statistics and Operations Research. I had completely fooled around on Saturday after coming from my English exam (Which was so-so. I hate English exams. The syllabus was complete crap.) so I had to wake up early to revise formulae and even figure out a few concepts in OR. I left to my exam centre at 8.30 am, and reached there at around 9.15 (its at the other end of the city, off Old Mahabalipuram Road) only to see people mugging formulae which I hadn't even heard of. But I didn't panic. I knew that if I tried a stunt like that, I'd end up forgetting what I had already learnt. So I just sat there and spaced out for the next half an hour after which I went to my room to write my paper.
It was incredibly hot day and I actually had a lot of fun pissing my invigilator off by "sitting inappropriately". Before you get any ideas (!), I was sitting with my legs crossed on the chair, which according to my invigilator was apparently very unladylike ("No ma, you is not able to sit like that. Sit legs down ma").
The exam was ok. I am pretty sure of most of my problems. Maybe I screwed up theory, I gassed a lot. I'll pass. Which is pretty great for 4 hours of study (Like I said, I fooled around too much on Saturday after coming back from my English paper).
I finished my paper in two hours and left the hall. And you'd think, it being a Sunday, the rest of the day called for some well deserved rest.
It didn't. I got a call from my audit manager asking me to report to office. Good Lord. I had inconveniently forgotten to take cash from my father in the morning as well. I had a grand total of Rs.30 in my wallet.
Which could mean only one thing.
After some investigation regarding bus routes, I managed to get on the gloriously empty M7. It had a grand total of 5 people including one couple who were only too keen to show the rest of the planet that they were in love. The route was pretty terrible though, painfully long. On a brighter note, I managed to see parts of Chennai I had never seen. After getting off at T.Nagar, I was terribly tempted to go home. But I persevered and managed to catch another bus to my office. All this in 38 degrees of magnificent Chennai heat and an empty stomach.
And work stretched to 8.30 in the night. My mother called only once though and when I told her I would be back only at 8.30, she said "ok, catch an auto and come".
I think she's losing the whole "oh-my-precious-delicate-daughter" vibe which I have mixed feelings about. I mean, its great to be independant, trusted and all, but I am really not satisfied with the folks at home until I see some panicking and some "Aiyo Rama"s. I was almost angry at them for not being worried. Which is something I can't explain, really. I have always complained about my mother's endless worrying, but now that she's not worrying, I am angry.
Complex emotion, this.
Anyhow, I somehow managed to leave by saying that I had class in the next morning.
Only when I reached home, I realized it was Sunday.
I think its some kind of karmic action for having too much fun the previous day.
And that was how my weekend died. With statistics, work, sugary tea and Good-Day biscuits.
Forgive this post, I am completely out of ideas and my neck hurts from all the staring into the computer. So I thought I'd write about my Sunday. Or the lack of it.