Conspiracy Theory

There is a conspiracy to keep me from posting on this Blog. How else to explain the pile of assignments cluttering my desk?

Horror-Scope

The stars tell you that you should not be reading a useless Blog when you have better things to do. This wasteful and time consuming habit of yours will lead to future time constraints especially for those who have a FYP in Jupiter and romantic pursuits in Venus.

For those of you who don’t have romantic pursuits in Venus, The heavens point to love, this month. Not just any sort of love. Donkey love! Stay the hell away from the zoo, and forget about touring through Negombo and Puttalam before something really bad happens.

The stars say that our proximity to the sun is close enough to comfort. They indicate extended holidays as a result of minor staff strikes in Uni. So maybe this month isn’t a good time for any Uni-related activity because even though the stars are usually kind to students; especially undergrads, governments are not. So you bloody well know what’s in store for us this week!

I am casting my vote for the goat...

Its election time down under. but while the Liberals and Labour battle it out for the October polls it is election time in uni as well… we are faced with the daunting task of selecting the student reps and office bearers for next year.

Who the hell cares! I mean does it matter who it is… as long as I know that nobody nominated me.. and I have no chance of getting thrown into the cauldron I am happy to take the tram to uni each day.

But like hell… very few people if any seem to share my point of view. Not a minute goes by without somebody bumping onto me begging for my vote. Darn… it’s worse than the general elections in Sri Lanka I tell you... at least back home, you have the violence to keep you entertained during the campaigns.

The worst part is I have hardly seen most of these people! (No that could actually be the best part) They ask for my vote and I am like “errr… are you from this university? You sure you are not lost… because this is a university…” and they rip of their student IDs as proof! Geezzz such desperation… for what?

Ahh… but I don’t know these things… why… what a thing it would be to put on your resume! Then I hear the “Antharr Vishva Vidyala Shishya Bala Mandalaya” buggers grinding their teeth many oceans away. What would happen if they put that on their resume? Those poor souls will be unemployed for life!

Anyway, I will have to battle this out for another week. But it has its pros too. We bumped into a girl yesterday… Smoking cigarette in her hand which was decorated with countless rings of all sorts, and gazillions of metal pieces protruding from her face and belly… she stoped us in her own ‘cool’ way handed some leaflets pleading for our votes, puffed enough smoke into the air to turn a pig into bacon and strolled off.

But excuse me… I am not a member of your cult… but thats no mater. What plans for next week? you guys planning on killing a goat and drinking its blood on Full moon? And hey... can i have its meat... after all since i voted for you and all... because lamb and beef is really expensive these days you know... and we International students can't afford it...

oh… the life of undergrads… will it last forever?

Of a dream so real...

She came to me in a dream last night and spoke to me. We chatted away for hours as if we had been best friends all our lives. We talked about our sweet yesterdays and planned our tomorrows as we leaned on each other with the sun on our faces. We ran and waltzed on wet blue grass. I held her hand as we walked across the sand. I felt her cold wet hands on mine; her touch felt so real that I can almost feel it now as I think of it. I looked into her eyes and she into mine and we smiled. Yes, she smiled that wonderful smile that made me fall in love with her and for a moment everything stood still. Time with its eons of history and eons of things yet to come just froze for a moment. That moment felt like a brief minute which passed by so slowly, yet so swiftly that it was gone before I could grasp its peace and serenity. I wish it lasted longer because I cannot remember when it was last, that I felt that peaceful feeling, or when it was last that I dreamt of her, but I will remember it this time. I will remember this dream for the pleasant memories it brought back to life. I will remember her face that gleamed on me and the precious moments I spent with her in bliss, secretly in a dream on a cold lonely night.

Wanted!

A cure for anxiety and worry.
If you have any clue as to where one could be found, please comment below.