In a Crib I Crib

Cribbing is my birthright and i shall fight for it. It seems that no matter how happy the normal human being is he loves to crib. Cribbing really brings out the devil in us and it helps us relax too. Whenever i crib i love to describe in explicit detail to how i would mete out vengeance on to my current tormentor. Cribbing is just another facet of the quintessential human search for venting out frustrations. The question of "Why Me ? " is the basis to all cribbing. Also the opportunity to occupy the centrestage - be it as a victor or a victim is too good to pass.

Cribbing as an activity is relegated to the crib dwellers - its the domain of those blessed souls who have someone to listen to complains. So before i graduate from my dependent state i want to have my share of fun. So before i graduate from my dependent state i want to have my share of fun.

Its wonderful to sit in the canteen and mimic all our 'Nutty Professors', their own idiosyncrasies, their dialogues, to count the number of times one repeated 'My point is' in a lecture. Their limited vocabularies accentuated by their repetitive use of their favourite hotkeys - 'Ok', 'So', 'Alright','Fine' and some others are so tongue tied that their hands do most of the talking. Yet when they set us deadlines for doing all of that menial labour of copying the assignments time and again we love cursing them. Assignments for being absent and assignments for being late, assignments for indiscipline and also for using mobiles in class. Creating perfect donkeys out of us, we call our degree MCA-Masters of Copying Assignments.

The countdown begins today. 18 days to freedom. Albeit temporary. Our exams end on the 17th of the next month. Till then. Sayonara.