ConFesSiOnS of A StReSseD StuDeNt DuRinG CoUrsE ReGistRaTioN

“Ab mujhe mat dekho. This was all your idea in the first place!”
“You secretly support it too so Shut Up! This is gonna work!”

Click.
‘Press Here.’
Beep.
1:00
Tick. Tick.

*Evil grin* “HA HA! Told you so! (sticks tongue out) Okaayyy (turns to mob waiting behind and puts on best sly-villian look)…RUUUNNNNN!!!”
“Arre ruko na…my eyeliner…”
“Ufff…Chal Meri Maa!”

All 200 people run towards the steel gates, arms flailing everywhere. The usually offensive guard panics and runs too for fear of having his toes crunched. Except, one certain ‘daredevil’ A.A. runs in the opposite direction, “Naaahhiiinnn! The library! Meri books!”
“Oye.Cheti cheti!”

BANG

Everyone turns around to see red bricks shoot haywire and a thick blanket of smoke rise from the interiors.

3.2.1

Bursts of red, green and blue.
Fireworks!
Perfect timing and more than the perfect ending.
Everyone smiles and clippity clappity claps.
Mission Accomplished. What a relief…what a show!

“AAP! AAP! Aapkyakarraheenhain. Maine saari raat beth ke itni mehnat se slides banayi hain... par aap ko toh fikar hi nahin hai. Bas building uraana aata hai!”
*Slaps forehead*
Uggghhh…EJECT!