And U. decided not to go for tuition today. And I’m not going too.
That is why I’m here. That is why I’m writing this.
Through and through I’ve been sleepy, ‘cause I decided that I’d go to this moronic extra class.
The best part is that there wasn’t any attendance record for the day and it was well and good even if you never turned up at all.
Other best part was the two hours (read 1hr + 2 hr) were Mechanics and Chemistry. I’ve nothing against the subjects but.
I don’t know fully why I hate the sir who takes chemistry.
There can be reasons and there must be reasons.
For T. my chemistry sir (with all due respect):
1. I don’t really like you.
2. I don’t really like way you take the class (less than normal, and god damn uninspiring!).
3. I don’t really like your accent or your voice or the way you speak English (how’ll I put it? Can’t be that bad, right?.Nopes, it can be and that is you)
4. I don’t really understand the reason how someone can sit in your class and not blessed with a Divine slumberland experience (Crap!, with all it’s interventions, you won’t let me snooze two min. in a row).
5. I don’t like the thing like you kind of know something about everything. Like there can’t be a subject on which you can’t comment. Technically, with quotes from recent studies done by daft magazines. Duh.
6. To add to that, I don’t really like the reason why you hate Kerala – “Kerala People (words straight out of your pissed-out sick mouth) are fools” (for need of a better sentence). I mean, you tell me a state that is perfect.
…and so, Akhil is trying to make out his space is a less perfect world.