The teacher at the introductory session of an "Art of Living course" which was due in a month or so, just outside the campus, explained to the class of hardly 30 odd students assembled in the common room... He was explaining about his experiences...
Getting bored of sitting in my room on a pleasant sunday afternoon, when a fellow hostelite came to my room and told me to come for a talk in the common room, I thought I would attend it. There was this Federer-Nadal French open finale, which was about to start. I could see that one too. By the way I was not aware that the class was a part of the art of living course..
To tell the truth I liked the person who talked over there. There was a radiant look on his face. Whatever it is, the things entered through one ear, went out through the other... But then he didn't tell anything great or new...
Off to the French open now.. First set Nadal.. Back to to the room.. Oops the gym is open and look who is inside. Once in a hostel life I should use it. Have been thinking for while of doing some operations on my never decreasing (or rather ever increasing) tummy.
"Oh no.. Can't sweat now!! C wing pump is not working.. wtf!! I will have to walk from C wing to A wing with a bucket and towel in my hand. Better the baby grows inside.. leave this place, have some fan"..
"OMG where is my key. How will I enter this room. Not in my pockets..purse. Must be on the gym table. I have done some situps.. so may be lying there.."
"It must be in that sofa, where I had watched the match"
I had put my leg above the head cuddling in it.. must have fallen from the pocket.. This has happened on numerous occasions before. But the sad thing is that I had used more than one sofa to rest my back..
"Any way lets wake up those lazy asses out there and search my key"
"Yeah it fell off from my pocket.. We were sitting on the floor.."
But the thing is that with so many people attending the class somebody must have taken it.. Art of living class was good.. It wouldn't do anything bad to me.
"oh shit.. I must have left it in the toilet in A wing. Had just gone there, before all this things had taken place. safe place. Umpteen times I have gotten my things from there"
"Whats next.. crap! how will I enter my room ? Where will I go? ..What the heck these people are doing in the lab on a Sunday after noon when their friend is in trouble? These people don't have anything else in their life? .. :D."
Anyway spare key is with Nimesh. Thank god he is on his way to hostel.. But what about the spare keys of four or five different cycles I had, with my bunch.. This time they would surely kill me :(
"Lets have one more search in the gym.. The key has got several places to hide over there.."
{Still no}
"The keys are smarter than me.. hell with it..today is simply not my day.."
Hands over head.. hands over hips..
"O my father in heaven u have been so kind to me!! I know it is you who have placed the keys in my hip pocket with out even me noticing it.."
The art of living guy was telling.. " What is meant by success in life ?.. How does it manifest?.. It is a smile that is not fragile"...
I just had one :)
