So after the nerve-racking-absolutely-harrowing experience of submitting the quotas and praying fervently that you didn't get that little red flag next to your name, Sajeel decided to head home, which interestingly, involved a little adventure in which he nearly lost his beloved smart phone. Enroute to the bus stand, Sajeel had the fantabulous idea of trying out this new time lapse app that someone had used on Instagram, so he balanced the phone firmly on top of his knee as the rickshaw bearing him zipped through traffic. And then out of nowhere, two guys on a motorcycle that had been tailing said rickshaw for a while suddenly accelerate, and the guy sitting behind lunges for Sajeel's phone, and gets a good hold on it too!
And then Sajeel whipped out his wand and shouted 'Expelliarmus!' and the guy was blasted off his feet. 'Nuff said.
---Whenever I'm at the hostel, I think I'll go back home and sit and study in absolute peace and quiet. And then I come home and I'm like...
Me: Ami subha se sirf baraan safhay parhaay hain.
Mum: Haan tay puttar, it's not my fault. It's your own fault.
Jay: You forgot to add bloody.
during the days leading to the prof. since time immemorial.
(image stolen off somebody's tumblr)
Final year subjects are all like the History of Magic, so even the thought of opening a book is enough to make you feel sleepy, which apparently is contagious too.
After we get back from Fajr, Kid heads straight for bed again.
Me: College nahi jaana aap nay?
Kid: Does this face look like it wants to go anywhere but sleep?!
Fifteen days to go, aaaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!