Hitler's gas chambers must have been more entertaining. I arrived late owing to academic obligations, and thank my stars for not making me endure the entire ordeal of the chaotic party. Lunch was stretched beyond its permissible hours to oblige people like me & I had to make do with the leftovers. It took me some time to realize that the dance arena had been converted into the makeshift dining space & it was this treasured area that I was inadvertently hogging. The organizers were itching to get on with the cultural events & I didn't have the cheek to hold everybody to ransom just to satiate my enormous appetite. The buffet system failed to impress and I was left without a second helping. Hurrying thru my paces, I quickly emptied my plate and vacated the spot. My spurned affair with the culinary delights left me more famished than filled.
Meanwhile, Siddharth decided to play second fiddle and assumed a low profile running errands. This was in stark contrast with the storm he had spun only a few days ago on account of an altercation with Ankur during the funding rounds.
What followed lunch managed to banish me to instant boredom. The questionnaire posed by our batchmates to pit the wits of the freshers exhibited a severe poverty of imagination. One needs the IQ of an antelope to come up with such drab and unimaginative teasers. Surely the seniors had lost their thinking caps! It was Hobson's choice all the way for our hapless juniors.
The double debacle had nudged me beyond my point of endurance and I sought to beat a hasty retreat to my room as I had to leave for my journey to Kolkata in a few moments. I did a houdini and was soon on my way back. It was sheer serendipity that brought me across an auburn-haired, doe-eyed, drop-dead-gorgeous lady en route. As I was desperately thirsting for a reprival, I promptly decided to fall in love (or something like it) with the lovely damsel.
Hunger pangs would have made my rail journey excruciating had it not been for the sweet memory of my new found love!