Chronicles of DTD! – The perpetual curse.
I’m telling a story to my little ones about a cherubic fairy who was entangled and cursed by two demons. Unfortunately there was no way of unjinxing herself so she had to leave fairyland, and that was once upon a time.
Once upon a time, she had a senior who would tell her about her predictable tedious fate and she, not being old enough to probe the depths of his words and wisdom, would laugh heartily in her silliness…
And once upon a time, when the curse be-fallen onto her; she would wish to cry, to sleep and to dream.
But the inevitable fate would enmesh her into a dreamless gloomy land, with numbers scattered on the shore that could bleed her feet. Where the sleep deprived body would beg and ache for sleep, but being a DTD, consequentially its about being Insomniac.
She would want with all her heart to find one escape, this time and for ever.
The first after aphorism: There is no sweet smelling flowers, there is no confetti to fall… there is no Darling Tough dude.. The DTD begins.
With less than 250 students in the college, seniors consider it their implied duty to guide the new lot that arrives. And I remember my first week in college and that senior who was briefing us.
There he was, standing at the podium, and there were us, the fresh high school students with apparent apprehension painted on their faces, with a twitch in their gut and loads of fears. They were listening to their inevitable fate.
Now I think of it and laugh, and every time “I” have to stand in front of the first modulars, I try to make them calm instead, with a “hey its easy” – one of the obvious times I lie.
So, he was categorizing the students, I heard him saying “there are only three type of students that come here, one definitely tea drinkers, (coffee included) others who are chain smokers; and the last ones, who will ultimately leave the field. you need caffeine, be it from any where…”, “anywhere” he accentuated.
The three of us would never touch tea; after all we loathed it – and ended up winning a scholarship.
aha! I claimed, that prat missed one category, Us – the pure geniuses!
alack, i didn’t realize the Pyrrhic victory and continued my loathe with tea, i ended up failing in B. now that is another story. But tea-cups helped me passing B in the next attempt. And now I’m more on it… nut-tea, coffee! Of course no superstitions, it’s a requisite!! Simple and plain. I gotta clear C this time!
Second-after aphorism: So, Was I lamenting about my insomnia and sleep deprivation?
I the drag queen of the quixotic land of pixies! “I”, the silence that echoes in the voices, “i”, the ruler of facile realm! “I”, the tinges that fills the horizon. And “I”, their self-employed exotic nick-chooser.
i remember this DTD, the dawn to dusk thingy, that adi would put as his nick, it was before i was cursed into accounts by them… science? wo tu bachay perhtay hain, commerce perh ke dekhao tu manain.
i guess, my silence was treated as an oblique acceptance to the challenge!
how? when? where? i dont know.
sigh! it was an eons ago story.
but this DTD is paradoxical dual meaning acronym, this DTD is not the notion of meet-da-devil, which sounded more like meet-dad-evil, this DTD is not even that DexTerDeedee plug! that brilliant whiz kid just cant come into it.
The Dare to Dream/Desire is out of question, This is, ‘course not allowed to enter the peripheries.
the third-after aphorism: this DTD, despite my reluctance, is a simple *Definitely a Tea Drinker!*