Tuesday, February 14, 2006

speculations....

On a lazy Tuesday, at 10....half an hour into a tortuously boring double lecture...

There are times when I feel inexplicably like Calvin. Like now, when I look at my Prof, who goes on and on droning and all I can think of is a green bug-eyed monster talking, and I can't make out what he's saying due to the absence of a Babel fish anywhere in my vicinity. And hell, by the look of him, I wouldn't want the blessed fish in my ear; I'm sure I'd much rather fantasize that he's spinning some fantabulous tales rather than realize that he's droning on about erodibility and dry things like those (lol....what a paradox....Irrigation and drainage engineering, and its got to be the driest subject by far!!). I feel like a weird mixture of Calvin, Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect. Which, I must say, feels far more toxic than my idea of the Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster....

For the ones who found that hard to decode, I recommend (and very strongly at that!) "The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy"....

1 comment:

Drumster said...

I can imagine ur proffie more like Marwin who keeps droning monotonously..