Classes are a big bore. Nothing remotely interesting anymore. All boring theory subjects. Sleeping in class is now just an advanced version of time management. I never thought I’d ever say this, but it actually was fun going back to the mess. Not the food. But the alu fry shout, the lime juice chant, the roti rap (It's very like a train station. Food too.) All the mess annas who thought I was extremely funny to begin with anyway, are violently amused by my admittedly funny hair. They all get together and whisper Kannada things to each other before pointedly laughing in my direction. I can’t get my hair to get into any reasonably presentable shape, it just grows straight up. And it’s pretty long.
Something is wrong with me. I’m dead inside. Nothing excites me much anymore. New year, new semester, new stuff, I don’t know. I feel like an old man. I keep wondering about life in general. And the point of existence. Maybe I just think way too much.
I made up my mind to go for German classes this sem. Ever since I got extremely frustrated listening to excellent Rammstein songs and being unable to sing along(out of tune ofcourse). And it doesn’t even sound the same when I make up the words. Unfortunately, I haven’t yet mastered French which I started last sem. I got back one of those annoying surprise tests for which she refused to mark me because it was so pathetic. I wasn’t really surprised though, since the only French I remember from last sem is J’mappelle Ananth.
I have a feeling it will be long before I start murdering German songs.
