Ordinary Day

Date: 20.07.2007
Time: 6:10 p.m.

If you find yourself sitting with your mouth half-open, staring blankly at a calendar and trying to remember how to figure out what the date is, you shouldn’t be too worried, I think. I find myself doing the same quite often and I don’t think that there are too many things wrong with me. Yes, I am a bit strange, I do have sudden peculiar ideas, but then, most of my days are quite sane. For instance, today, I spent the morning blinking in class, drawing strange structures (note alliteration: Yayness!) on the white board, and listening to various sounds produced by the vocal chords of other human beings. Nothing extraordinary in that — wouldn’t you agree?

Well then, if I were to delve deeper into the day, you’d find that it was quite a pedestrian one indeed. After I was through with my classes (there were only two today, by the way), I carried an extremely obese textbook to a photocopying machine so that I could get a copy of a chapter made, as instructed by one of my instructors. The fact that the said chapter included twenty eight pages on ‘Water’ alone, was quite ordinary, was it not? Only twenty eight pages on a molecule just two syllables long … that is nothing much, I’m sure.

That task completed, I resolved to go keep an appointment with the Cheshire-Cat-who-is-also-a-crazy-tree-frog. Having asked two of my bored and otherwise unoccupied classmates to tag along with me, I approached an enclosure from whence arose the noise of a happily proceeding riot. When we stood before partially-glassed doors, I was suddenly greeted by the sight of a human silhouette standing against the door, scribbling something on some paper on the other side. It reminded me of a lizard, which can be seen crawling up a glass window from the other side. I blinked.

Very soon, a human head popped out of the crack between the doors and politely asked whether we were in need of any assistance. A few questions were asked and a few words were spoken in reply, to be followed by a specific question-cum-request which contained the word “Kazarelth”. At that, the polite head turned into a complete human which answered in the affirmative. Soft shouts of “LD” and “Sharky!” and a handshake later it was ascertained that the polite head-turned-human, was, indeed, the Cheshire-Cat-who-is-also-a-crazy-tree-frog. Conversation occurred. Very normal predominantly two-sided conversation, you see. Windows Vista was cursed and criticised, a gaming laptop was spoken of eagerly and yearningly by one, an assassination offer was made (which was, sadly, declined by the person to whom it was made), a tree avenged being called a ‘tree’ by calling the caller a ‘midget’… and it went on for a short while with minor interruptions in between — just as it would in any normal conversation. And then, we bid goodbye to the Cheshire-Cat-who-is-also-a-crazy-tree-frog and proceeded away from the region of riot.

One of my associates later remarked that she felt that the C.C.w.i.a.a.c.t.f. and I were speaking “in some kind of a code”. When I explained the words spoken and that they were our names, she laughed and said in a rather relieved manner, “Oh those were the words you were speaking!”

We then decided to visit an apparel-mega-store and indulge in the, er, ‘pleasure’ of ‘trying out clothes which are never going to be bought, just for the fun of it’. All three of us picked our poisons. Being new to this, I looked around curiously as my friends pointed out the most hideous, gaudy and down-right bizarre of all the garments on display and challenged each other to try out the kind which they would not normally wear. I was (*cough, cough*) ‘challenged’ to try out a white and flowery (*shudder*), extremely hippie skirt (*tries to avoid losing consciousness at the thought of it*). When I stepped out of the trial room (all puns intended), cringing at the very sight of the long whishie-whooshie thing that I was wearing, my friends decided to be polite and say, er, ‘complimentary’ things instead of laughing at my clown-like countenance. I still can’t believe it! Me, of all people, trying out a hippie skirt! A SKIRT!
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AAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
(*mentally runs around the room in panic and distress*).
Well, I had my revenge when I laughed at strange combinations of clothing being worn by the two of them. And yes, I shall be charitable, and not describe the outfits.

We parted company after a healthy round of laughter and I walked towards the Metro station, feeling annoyed at the loud honking cars which appeared hell-bent on ramming me. Now, I suppose that running into people whom you’ve met in the past every time you travel by Metro is also a rather ordinary occurrence. My blast from the past today, was someone whom I did not wish to speak to. Thankfully, there was a rather large specimen of a human being obstructing me from her field of vision. However, ironically, we happened to get off at the same station (although I walked stealthily behind her ‘spy-style’ so as to avoid being seen).

I was to wait for my ‘mumsie-dearest’ to come and pick me up at the surface-crossing. As I idly looked about, I saw a moustached traffic-policeman smoking through his nose. It was most disturbing and I found myself trying to pretend that the pavement was made of yellow bricks. (Do not ask me why).

So now, here I am, staring blankly at the computer screen before me, wondering what the lights are all about. I am a very ordinary person, you see. Nothing weird or abnormal about me at all. So, if you find yourself sitting with your mouth half-open, staring blankly at a calendar and trying to remember how to figure out what the date is, you shouldn’t be too worried, I think.

End : 7:40 p.m.