The Octagon (Yup... thats what our computer centre is STILL called) is filled with people when I enter. There are people crawling over each other to get to use err, too few to count terminals. Just got lucky. I find this guy, who I see every day of the week while going to class, walking back from class and somewhere in between, yet after a year and half of his existence somewhere in the proximity of my awareness, I do not know his name. I go upto him and do the "Hey ol' buddy", routine. I doubt he wasnt surprised, but he relented and in a matter of 3 minutes, I was on the information superhighway. Effective Management. I chance upon blogspot, and it takes me a full 30 minutes to get through the registration, while juggling 3 email accounts and a few half hearted attempts at what I term 'research'.
Between typed words, and sporadic clicks, I hear the beeping of my cell phone. Its an alarm, asking me to wake up. I realise, I forgot to sleep. The fragments of a very wierd dream amuse me for quite a while before I remind myself that Im not doing anything useful. Its friday evening, I can sleep a long while before some one kicks me awake. So thats out of my checklist. Some how my tired mind cannot recall the reason I came here. Dads mail: Check; Useless trivia: Check; Blogspot: Check; VOID..... I couldnt recall the real reason why I came to the lab. I realised... I was hungry; no Lunch today, and no dinner last night. That explains a lot, doesnt it.
