Sticky Note: part 2

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(Contd. from Sticky Note)

December 11, 2010:

Today, the environment around appears very silent. I haven’t heard even a single footstep in the last few hours. This kind of environment appeared very strange when I encountered it for the first time but with time I noticed that this environment was reproduced every week. Once I realized that it was a periodic event, I started feeling more at ease and got used to it.

Nevertheless, I felt more lonely than ever at these times.  I could see my siblings on his desk, who were still lucky to be sticking together nicely in a stack and enjoying the warmth of staying together until someone comes and decides to tear them away from the stack and put it where I was. Such ‘tearing’ events were really ‘tearing’ events. They always brought tears in eyes of everyone, the one which was separating, the ones from which it was separating and the ones like me who have already gone through that pain.  Though personally speaking, it always felt good when such a ‘tearing’ event took place, since I was getting someone to talk to.

We talked about the good, old days when we were sticking together with others. We used to talk when we were sure that there was no one around. Though, at times, someone would overhear us and look around in a bewildered fashion as to from where this sound is coming. When we realized that we are catching someone’s  attention, we used to go as silent as a sticky note could go. After a while, the surprised looks used to disappear and it often ended up with that someone shaking their head in disbelief. After all, who could believe that a sticky note could speak !

Not only we could speak, we could also read. And I realized this yesterday, when one of my siblings was stuck not on the same wall besides me, but on my adjacent wall to my right. I realized that I could read what was written on his yellow skin. It said “r-e-v-i-e-w s-y-e-d”.  Since, he was a bit far from my location, I would need to shout to talk with him. But I didn’t want to get the attention of people around me. I was waiting for this silent environment to ensue in so that I could get a chance to talk to him. Now, while telling my story to the world,  I realize that this is the moment I was waiting for. I think he may be able to read as well, like me. I want to know  what’s scribbled over me. I seriously suspect, that what’s written over me has something to do with why I am having such a long lifespan. I will talk to him now and will let you know what he had to say.

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Sticky Note

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Nov 29, 2010:

Almost five months have gone by since I was stuck up at one of his cubicle walls of his work-desk. A life span crossing almost five months is a rare feat in my species. Our natural life span is generally two to three days, sometimes it may extend to a week , and in a few rare cases, it may extend up to a month. But my case was the rarest of rare ones.

I still remember the day when I was mercilessly isolated from my siblings and stuck on this wall and sentenced a life of solitude. I was separated from my siblings when he decided to scribble something down on my yellowish skin and then pulled me apart from my siblings who tried their best to stick on to me. But despite their best efforts, his hand proved too powerful for them and I became the first member of my clan that was stuck to this wall.

I felt really lonely for a few days. As time passed by, I got used to this feeling of isolation and started observing his activities and him. He used to spend his time mostly, staring at either of the two screens present at his work desk. Sometimes, when his eyes appeared a bit tired and sleepy, he used to go away for some time. I don’t know where he went, but whenever he used to come back, he looked more awake and then he used to resume his usual activity of staring at screens. But before resuming his usual activity, he always looked at his cubicle walls, where I was placed and looked straight into my eyes and always gave a mysterious, shy smile. His smile was mysterious for me because I never knew what he saw in my eyes that always amused him. Was he amused at the despair he saw in my eyes? I always wondered.

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freshers intro time

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DISCLAIMER:this post lacks in content.the author was trying to kill his time.go ahead if you have similar intentions.

Now as the summer vacations are about to end,it marks the beginning of an odd semester here at iitg.odd semester means new admissions,new faces and excitement among seniors to have a crack at these fresh faces.the freshers are preparing themselves to face the music and seniors are preparing the soundtracks.
life at college goes at a frenetic’s hard to believe that 2 years have gone by and a fresher has turned into a super-senior.but that’s how life goes on,when you wish the clock to move at a faster pace,it appears to have slowed down a bit and vice versa.(anurag’s pathetic sense of humor comments “how can a clock move faster if it has got no legs”)
i am looking forward to have a good time with freshers.