" The GRE season has come and I'm back to blogging, after a blogging sanyas of around 4 months "
Immediately comes the response "So what?" Speechless, I was for the next few minutes. How hostlie can he be? Silence surrounded our space and time coordinates. When will I reach the Himalaya (Giga mess in IITM) ? I want to keep silent, which probably may be sending signals of the boiling blood in me to him. This guy doesnot seem know how to behave socially. Why shouldn't he say the next word? Why should I be the initiator always? Let me keep silent. He doesnot deserve to be previlaged of enjoying my conversation. But then, some feeling of guilt somewhere deep. Let me be social, atleast. " How was your D-Slot today? ", I continue. 'He is a dunce who speaks about acads before lunch'. What would " dunce" mean? But two things are clear: a) he is scolding me, b)he is trying to show off his GRE skills infront of an innocent chap. Why did he prefer to walk along with me? May be because of the latter reason. So, Jimmy... Prepare yourself to hear more of latin (an understandable english.)Now I decide to keep my mouth shut, come what might. Two more minutes of silence. Then, he starts:' This time the freshies are a bunch of dolts daa...' Dolt?? Anyway I would better hide my ignorance than let it out before an egoistic person. Hope I got the sense right.Why did freshies come into the discussion now? The answer is before my eyes. Somewhere in the woods of IITM, my companion points out a freshie, and one thing is sure : he is going to call him now. After the freshie night ? Anyway, there's no rule that one should stop paining the freshies after freshie night. 'Oye freshie ...' An unexpected interruption to that freshie, heading towards his destination with full of concentration; probably analogus to the hypothetical situation where a bird had shitted on Arjuna's right eye when he tried to shoot an arrow into its eye.
'Put intro', "My name is 'blah blah'. The funda is, my seniors asked me.........My branch is mechanical engineering, dual degree. My rank is 978. My hometown is Vizag. My native place is Vijaywada. My hostel is... " My height is, my weight is", I add. My neighbour takes a hint and says "How asinine can he be?" " What is asinine, anna?", dares the freshie. "It's you asshole . Just stop being bloody smart." ' Okay ,' with his eyebrows raised as if the freshie beside him is a fool and he's tired of educating him, ' are you virile or effeminate?' Freshie obviously doesnot understand anything happening there. So is my state. Then, I see heaven infront of my eyes: my hostel. 'Ciau dude. This is my hostel. I'll take my lunch later. You carry on.' "Okayee bbye"... Do I believe my ears ? ha atlast, atleast a nice farewell.
Without any further delay, I run to my senior, one more of the GRE kind, to take him through the conversation that I've had with my companion. My senior asks " Is your companion taking GRE?" . "I think so. But preferred to keep silent on that issue as he wasn't letting me discuss any issue that I initiate"
He bursts into laughter and after a 15 minutes of continuous loss of energy in the form of laughter radiation and its after effects, he says " O my dear bulber. That guy must have mugged the semantic field of the word 'stupid' from Barons yesterday. He was trying to brush it up with you guys."
Out of curiosity I go back, take my dictionary and find out the meanings of 'dunce', 'dolt', 'asinine' . All mean the same; a stupid, a moron.
In the evening I find the freshie going to hockey practice, NSO, whence I ask him to list out the new vocabulary he remebers from his interactive session with my companion after I left the centre stage.
"Anna, I dont remeber all, but later I found that all of them were the synonyms of the word 'stupid'. Two of them being 'fatuous', 'inane' and one more... something like vacuuuum...". Bubbling with fresh knowledge about the word 'stupid', I take the hint and complete it 'vacuous'. " Yes anna. It's vacuous. Are you also preparing for GRE?"