The Truant Tales

Merry Christmas!

I have exams. Nothing to add. Sadness pervades. Depression prevails.

Can things get worse? Apparently so.

As I sat in the class to write my semester exams (you can picture a pithless, mirthless, debilitated young boy, hunching over the desk, peering into white sheets with seemingly, foreign material), someone (people say the various labourers attend to the college repairs may have done it) ransacked my back and made off with my mobile phone and wallet (Not much money, my ATM card!, my library card, voters ID, etc). Like a deranged maniac, I roamed about college in search for the missing items. Didn't get it, though.

All afternoon I ran about the town blocking the ATM card, cancelling my mobile connection (don't want the thief to piggyback on my account!) and filing an FIR in a police station (to get a new connection for the phone). What a horrible day.

But, always look on the bright side (inspirational advice from Monty P). After a horrible day, I was in for a pleasant surprise. The post office said that I could collect 'some foreign parcel'. Opera Goodies!!!! prizes for the Quantum of Solace contest. A cap, a shirt and a couple of posters. Provided some quantum of solace after the exhausting day.