Sleeper class...

Hi Preethimol,

Let me ask u a question. What is "Sea of Tranquility?"...May b an 8 year old child like u finds it quite difficult 2 answer.

But if the qn was 2 Jagdish uncle, he would have rushed in with the answer. Let me tell u what "Sea of Tranquility" is. It was the spot where man landed on moon for the first time.

If u ask engineering students like me, v have a little bit different answer.V refer it 2 the calmness of mind, and relaxation experienced by our body when theories and numericals rush in like darts, in college lectures.
2 b simple, deep sleep in the midst of vast theories. For the time being, let us call them "sleepers".

One can find a sleeper anywhere in a class viz. back bench, windowside, straight below the fan, behind a fat guy or gal, and even in front bench.
To b sincere, i am also a sleeper, who occupies back bench. I am a veteran in sleeping with 2.5 years of experience. I was yanked only once during my entire course, and made quite a lot of friends 2 fit in this company.
There r many styles adopted by sleepers. Specs r highly advantageous.One can b in deep sleep, facing the tutor. Some sleepers are bold enough to lay down on bench, while some professionals sleep even with their eyes opened.
Sleepers occupying front bench usually keep their head pointing somewhere near the tutor's platform, as the tutor's eyes engage middle and back rows.

Let me narrate my style. I don't sleep unless the classes r boring or left with some sleep for previous night's vigil. For the first 15 minutes of lecturing, i will b busy, scribbling the notes.
When u need more concentration, u need more energy hence more oxygen. To meet the sudden oxygen demand, our mouth opens involuntarly. For a common man, its called "yawn".
Soon after that, i will point my pen to notebook, keeping it steady. With my left hand i suport my head, and tries to pretend like i am writing. I carry on with my sleep until my friend sitting near 2 me delivers a bang on my back,
or put some paper roll into my ear canal. Finally, my notebook will resemble a canvas with a beautiful modern art, or a grafitti, whatever it is.
Yesterday it was my HOD who disrupted my sleep, by calling my name, and i was about to yell out "Present maam", thinking that it was my roll call.

And by the end of the day, i would have spent atleast 4.5hrs sleeping inside my class. But these drowsiness never ever happens while i am in lab, or in canteen.
Why is it so?....Boring theories?....Or is there any undiscovered scientific explanation behind this phenomenon?....But all of us, the veterans of sleepers r not less than a hero in our class.
Towards the end of each hour, v receive the compliments 4 the best performance.Finally, our notebook seems to bear the finest modern art collections.And while the tutor asks to submit the notes as an assignment, we spend a sleepless night, which v compensate from the following classes....

Gud night...Feeling 2 much sleepy.....may b...2day's post wasn't interesting....pardon me....i'm half slept....

Mighty Joe Young...

Even the hottest cup of tea from the air port could not relieve me from the giddiness of staying awake from 4.30 am.
Still, I was enjoying the dawn along with the view of flights landing and taking away, with appa & amma. I just love airport.Ever since i was a child, my ambition was to become a pilot.
One of my L.P classmate enquired about my persuasion to achieve the same. I was wondered and admired her ability in keeping record of things which seems to b silly at that age.

There are many admirable views which make me occupied while wating for my siblings to arrive.
The control tower at the eastern side of Cochin airport resembles a brightlite torch standing vertically up with it's rear end as base. I imaginie the conversations and gets fascinated to b one among them.
Air-hostess makes me remember about the paradise on air, except 4 the ladies of Air India, who r comparatively grannies compared with the Emirtes beauties.
Pilots help me to recollect all calls i desperately made to various institutions which offered Commercial Pilot License at a cost of 20 to 30 lakhs.
I used to feel bad and cursed my fate for not letting me 2 b born as a son of millionaire. Still a ray of hope carried a smile on my face, as usual.

I was busy with my usual engagements, while amma and appa were trying to have a look at the travelers getting out of arrival gate.
My sister's flight hasn't arrived yet.But appa and amma were anxiously waiting 4 their daughter and lovely granddaughter. I noticed amma getting tired.So i thought 2 give her company.

"Amma, do u remember my friend Joe Mathew?"
"Not exactly, but the name sounds quite familiar".Replied amma.

"He is now a pilot in Jet Airways. He has his own flat in  Mumbai, and is earning good figures."

"Lucky boy. And quite hardworking too".Said amma.

I was just wondering- "Imagine that my sisters flight lands now. And what if Joe was the Pilot?.He would b the first 2 step out of arrival gate.
and how would it b if he avoids me on account of his busy schedule, while i was trying to have a chat with him?. Then today's post will appear with a title -Mighty Joe Young".

May b u too have heard about jaw dropped situations. Well...Me 2 was frozen like children playing the game "STATUE", while a 6ft tall, well built body passed the arrival gate in a blue coat.  
It took a while for me 2 convince my mind that it was Joe, while i uttered some indistinct conversation to amma,trying to coney the same idea.

"What r u waiting 4?Go & meet him".Said amma giving me a slight push.

"But how will it b if things happen as i imagined just b4?" I asked my mind.

B4 i could make an answer, i was infront of him, & i felt like real Mighty Joe Young standing infront me.

"Hai Joe"

"Hai Deepak.How r u?y r u here?" Replied Joe, toiling all scripts of my mock drama.

"My sister is coming from Doha. I'm here 2 receive her."

"Oh! I was the co pilot of the concerned flight."

"Really?...I mean i was just thinking....anyway, meet my appa and amma. Appa, amma, this is Joe, my classmate."
"Hai. Dad, my friend Deepak. He has been 2 our house once." Joe introduced me 2 his dad.

"By the way, u still have speeches and other activities?"

"Ofcourse Joe. I just love 2 b on stage."
"Joe, u may take leave if u r busy, coz my sister will take sum time 4 clearences.Right?."
"Yeah..defenitely.."

"U r there in orkut. Right?."

"Yes deepak. v ll meet there. Bye..."


He was as humble as that of his school days.I was happy 4 him, because, he was a job fit man- right guy 4 the right job.
And while i proudly told my sister about him, she said that she noticed the name, but was not sure if it was him, as he was 2 young.

By evening, i was checking my scraps( or craps whatever u call) in orkut. I found his friend request. Eventhough i 4got 2 search his profile,he didn't.
I was very much pleased. One among my friendlist was a pilot working 4 Jet Airways....I'll still call him Mighty Joe Young.
He is Mighty Joe with a heart as Young as that of a school boy's......

Bye uncle
Bye Preethi.............