Surviving the questions on day-1
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The first few days are always the most difficult when you're meeting a large number of friends after a 2 month hiatus.
The same set of questions repeat again and again and again till you are beyond bored. It starts off at the airport itself because given the few alternative flights available, you end up with a few friends on the flight itself...but at that time those questions are still interesting. Then once you're on campus, a few more friends and the same questions...by then you're already reeling things out of memory. By the time you're getting up the hostel stairs, you're literally scared of boring yourself to death by repeating the same raam-katha, so consciously/sub-consciously new details have become conspicuous. Then as you proceed towards the mess, you're preparing an elaborate offensive to wreck the next friend who'll ask you the same questions.
By the time you're at the registration counter you're ready with the perfect foil; if there is any possibility of a conversation going beyond 'hi-bye' (and you try to prevent this with all your might using various ruses, for instance looking somewhere else when the other person is looking at you) , you're ready to garner the entire first-mover advantage by hurtling "the same questions" before the other guy can even open his mouth, but there's the accompanying smirk on your face for the guy on the other side to latch on...if he's intelligent enough the guy immediately realises the reason for this attack with the MOABs, afterall he's been suffering the same thing...there's a good laugh and at last the two of you are talking 'substance'... beyond those formal questions.
Sometimes formalities and rituals get ridiculous; it's even more ridiculous when people, despite seeing the ridiculousness, stick to it.
The first few days are always the most difficult when you're meeting a large number of friends after a 2 month hiatus.
The same set of questions repeat again and again and again till you are beyond bored. It starts off at the airport itself because given the few alternative flights available, you end up with a few friends on the flight itself...but at that time those questions are still interesting. Then once you're on campus, a few more friends and the same questions...by then you're already reeling things out of memory. By the time you're getting up the hostel stairs, you're literally scared of boring yourself to death by repeating the same raam-katha, so consciously/sub-consciously new details have become conspicuous. Then as you proceed towards the mess, you're preparing an elaborate offensive to wreck the next friend who'll ask you the same questions.
By the time you're at the registration counter you're ready with the perfect foil; if there is any possibility of a conversation going beyond 'hi-bye' (and you try to prevent this with all your might using various ruses, for instance looking somewhere else when the other person is looking at you) , you're ready to garner the entire first-mover advantage by hurtling "the same questions" before the other guy can even open his mouth, but there's the accompanying smirk on your face for the guy on the other side to latch on...if he's intelligent enough the guy immediately realises the reason for this attack with the MOABs, afterall he's been suffering the same thing...there's a good laugh and at last the two of you are talking 'substance'... beyond those formal questions.
Sometimes formalities and rituals get ridiculous; it's even more ridiculous when people, despite seeing the ridiculousness, stick to it.
posted by Ayan Bhattacharya @ 11:50 AM
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