So, on the eve of possibly the trickiest paper I have to take this semester, I was one of the central characters in an incident. The other playing the lead role with me, was the local tabby cat.
By ‘local’, I am referring to something that is observed and resides in the vicinity of the campus I happen to live in too.
By ‘vicinity’, I mean the roads, one of the many parks (some of which are for ‘Women Only’), the few bad excuses for shops, the campus boundary wall, you get the drift right.
By ‘local’ and ‘vicinity’ I certainly DO NOT mean somebody’s house, somebody’s house on the third floor, the settee in somebody’s drawing room in that somebody’s house on the third floor !! And that somebody should certainly should NOT be me !!
Before this flirtation with the feminine feline kind, I was hard pressed with work and dangerously low on sleep. Nothing serious though, the usual exam fare. Personally, I would love to kick this habit, an almost vicious spiral. I believe it takes time. Silver bullets and whiz kids are a part of fairy tales (gory and geeky ones respectively).
To snap myself out of a groggy state I decided to whip up a nice and STRONG cup of tea. After all, the possibility of an all nighter was looking increasingly unavoidable.
Lo and behold !! Sid called. I take pride in my culinary skills, but ‘a cup of tea’ was never my cup of tea. Sid, on the other hand, owing to his vast experience in tea affairs, was arguably the best person to guide me through the process.
We might open a tea stall after we get our degrees. I will keep accounts.
So, at 12:00 a.m. in the night, water, milk, tea leaves, sugar and a PHONE was all I needed to make a cup. I have to point out, I am no TEA-VIRGIN, but Sid’s method was appreciably different from the one I am aware of.
He is PASSIONATE about his tea. I was scolded for mixing the milk and the water before the water was warm enough. He expounded on his, rather interesting, theory that the most important ingredient while preparing something is LOVE. He emphasized that every gesture while making the beverage, or anything for that matter, should have a feeling of LOVE. “When the liquid comes to a boil, put the tea, 75 percent of a spoon, with LOVE,” he said. I was repeatedly urged to LOVE the tea. The consequence was me blowing flying kisses to the simmering liquid and singing a love ballad for the sugar just before condemning it to the heat of that LOVELY drink.
A few more minutes and the tea and I would have been in wedlock.
Anyhow, after the last drop was drunk. With sleep brushed aside for a few hours, I managed to finish one topic. As I was mulling over the things that I had read, I was roaming around the house.
I walked into the drawing room.
There she was, never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined that she would be there, she had green eyes, she was as white as ivory - NOT HER.
A rather obese cat !! I grabbed the horse, thrust it in the cat’s face while making strange, PETRIFIED noises (At this point Harish said, “Whoa, you were too busy with the cat that you did not notice you had a horse in your drawing room !!” - well, for the record, it was a wooden horse replica).
The cat was scared. I was scared.
It clambered up onto the television and the set-top box. Obviously it wasn’t too pleased with the digital reception or maybe a Mithun movie was on, because it slid right off it and landed in a corner. Hilarious !!
It finally managed to claw open the wire mesh to make a getaway.
Who needs tea? I will not be getting sleep for sometime now, especially if I am somewhere near windows.
PUN - Windows always had bugs, the bugs just got a bit bigger !!
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