My new class

So m on my way back from college, in a bus, all by myself... i mean there is a driver n conductor n other passengers, but noone i know, noone i know by name... except myself. what do u do when you're with a group of strangers, 60-70 strangers, so close together, yet with no interaction whatsoever, no eye-contact inspite of all the undesirable and unavoidable contact?

these are the things i do - listen to music, read a novel if lucky enough to find a seat, look outside aimlessly, look outside with the aim of concluding something worth something by observing pedestrians, look outside with the aim of concluding something worth something by observing drivers, look outside with the aim of concluding something worth something by observing roads n road-signs, look outside with the aim of concluding something worth something by observing different vehicles, look outside with the aim of concluding something worth something by observing buildings n structures, try to click some vague photos with the most abstract motion blurs, try to and sometimes successfully sleep, trying different positions n finding the best one so that all body parts are comfortable even on the worst bumps n extreme braking but soon enough you've done everything you can think of, and then you start doing something that you can never do enough of... Think!
you can think of everything under the sun when you're travelling, i dont think i should get into listing out things you can think of when you're travelling cos of various reasons, which again i dont think i should get into listing out

so on my way back from home this day, i was thinking. thinking of my class, my new class, the class that people, who're not from my class, keep asking me about. n i make the same vague mumbled sounds in reply. so here is an answer in brief!

i've seen quite a few classes- school, juniour college, junior college, college, college, college, and tution classes for all these. but never a class in which, even after 8-10 weeks, u feel like you're travelling in a bus! u dont know ppl, n ppl dont know u. they're all nameless faces, n faceless names. n its not cos i'm new to this class. after spending 3 yrs together, these ppl themselves hardly know each other

in this class i've seen Prof.M.D.Patil, who's a strictly no-nonsense guy, smiling!!! n these ppl even coaxed Prof.Jadhav to sing! and let me tell you that these profs have a reputation of being the grumpiest of our dept.i guess this class is so freakin studious that the serious profs enjoy teaching them; this in a college which is known for its indisciplined students

there's this geek in this class, he's the the consistent topper, talk nothing except studies etc, etc, etc. now this same guy, at least once every week, dons a message t-shirt which blazingly announces "I'm here about the Blowjob". at first i thought it must mean something else, but i just couldn't think of anything else. so i asked him what it means, giving him an opportunity to act as if he didn't know what he was flaunting. but to my amazement, this guy, very confidently, tell me that the message means exactly what he wants it to mean! and that he's proud about the fact that not many ppl can carry off such a thing, while he can! he still is the consistent topper, but man, this is self-confidence gone bad.

now to add to all this, i know less than 10 ppl outside of the class, so there's never anyone to hang out with, n so i end up sitting all the lectures


just at the peak of these thoughts, as it always happens, there's my stop, ting ting, the time is gone, the journey's over, thought i'd something more to think...

p.s. Mark Twain said Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.
someone said True Life is stranger than fiction.
i say Life is full of contradictions...