Hold on to the gasp!

I was once in college.I was trying to label a flavor to my time at the altar of education,graduate brotherhood following around PHD priests.It takes time to recollect,for my adept brain should have repressed lot of hours spent.Hours accounted by the ceremonies handed down from generation of founding morons which the brothers follow with devotion or apathy,hours of embarrassing blank faces on pop quizzes, hours of operation Time Fly Away looking at the grazing cows(or was it Bull?) from the bars of the class room.As those hours became clear 1024 pixel pictures in my head,I realized it wasn't that horrid,but definitely stupid and fun,my kind of life (In retrospect life dangerously looks, rosy)

Granted I had my fair and long share of vehement effort to be useless,achieved by years of experienced blind eyeing, but the moments of brilliance flickered periodically!It wasn't as pretty as those teen movies with b rating from critics that collect MTV awards but it was my one and only shot and it hit some bull mouth!

The brilliance of the period is illustrated in these short tales

Let the sleeping dogs lie
Our one and only surrogate stray dog had made it a habit over years to bask under the concrete and electrical buzzing of the classrooms. It had even proceeded to shun the social activities of shitting,barking and wagging fleas once a week to rest in the spa. It was admired for sticking to its routine even in face of uncooperative environment created by lecturers, wielding sarcasm,notes checks, pushing us to front rows--all the regular sore! It had inspired us to be a log through all the ebbs and lows of eccentricity from the other end!
But one particular professor was known to have excelled in the art and had made generations hear,fear and finally doze dear..such was his power. His reputation was greeted with the mockery so characteristic of naive youth,as we prepared for his class. As he proceeded towards the blackboard ,our dog turned his head,as if acknowledging the new presence. He went forward with the ceremony called teaching and our dog lowered its head,hmm guess appraisal was done! IF the dog can be the log so can we...after a few minutes a cloud of uneasiness spread through the class, to our astonishment we were hearing and the words and the pace hurt the head! The mundane and the obvious bit through our sense. It was the attack of THE Dumb but we had our dog,our log of strength to look up to.
In a flash of the light, he rose, fired a look in the direction of the prof and walked out. He elegantly walked out! He who probably doesn't even understand what was being said,he who CAN't even be bothered by that,made a choice to exit. I was still hanging around with the -chicken-with-its-head-chopped-off- face when my prof proceeded to layout the time line for the whole sem!Why they have to make dogs leave and students sleep?In retrospect,How!!!!!

To be continued with the tale of-A service for Buffy Summers(1997-2002)