A Tete-a-tete between me and me
ME: So, you've finished the Analog communication paper.
ME: Yeah, I have.
ME: So, how do you feel?
ME: Oh, how I feel? Let's see, shall we? I feel dejected, deprived, stressed, betrayed, hurt, sad, demeaned, de-
ME:Ok, Ok, I get it. It was that bad, huh?
ME: Oh, bad is NOT the word for it. (Gazes into space, lost in thoughts)
ME: Then what is?
ME: What is what?
ME: What is the word for it?
ME: (Blinks stupidly) Word for what?
ME: (Pause) You're a little thick today, aren't you?
ME: Don't ask. It's the result of giving such an effed up paper. (Makes a rude hand gesture)
ME: Hey, no need to show the finger. Ok, so the paper was tough. I bet loads of people found it so too.
ME: Well, I bumped into a few who did exceptionally well. #$%^@! (That gesture again)
ME: What are you mad at them for? Maybe they worked hard and did well. You didn't work hard-
ME: (Murderous glare)
ME: Ok, you worked hard but not that hard, and you didn't fare so well. You reap, you sow, you get?
ME: I'll tell you what I won't be getting... marks, that's what. I'm screwed!
ME: Don't be ridiculous! How much are you losing?
ME: Don't even remind me of how many marks I'll lose! Do you want me to cry? (Tears threaten to break out of the surface)
ME: (Hastening to change the subject because the last thing me wants is for me to bawl out like a baby) What's next?
ME: (head in hand, looking down) Digital signal processing, day after tomorrow.
ME: Tell me you've prepared for that.
ME: No.
ME: What on Earth were you doing all these days?
ME: Blogging, scrapping people on Orkut, that kind of thing.
ME: (Closes eyes, hoping for a miracle) I don't want to say things to you, but you're making it really difficult for me to do that.
ME: Shut up, you're supposed to cheer me up and give me confidence!
ME: Oh, that's right, sorry. Ok, don't worry about AC, concentrate on DSP. You like DSP right?
ME: (Brightening) Oh, yeah. It's a fascinating subject.
ME: Scoring subject, too. (Winks)
ME: Yeah, that too. I'll do better this time, won't I?
ME: Yes you will, darling. Yes you will.
Moral of the story: It's good to talk to yourself.
ME: So, you've finished the Analog communication paper.
ME: Yeah, I have.
ME: So, how do you feel?
ME: Oh, how I feel? Let's see, shall we? I feel dejected, deprived, stressed, betrayed, hurt, sad, demeaned, de-
ME:Ok, Ok, I get it. It was that bad, huh?
ME: Oh, bad is NOT the word for it. (Gazes into space, lost in thoughts)
ME: Then what is?
ME: What is what?
ME: What is the word for it?
ME: (Blinks stupidly) Word for what?
ME: (Pause) You're a little thick today, aren't you?
ME: Don't ask. It's the result of giving such an effed up paper. (Makes a rude hand gesture)
ME: Hey, no need to show the finger. Ok, so the paper was tough. I bet loads of people found it so too.
ME: Well, I bumped into a few who did exceptionally well. #$%^@! (That gesture again)
ME: What are you mad at them for? Maybe they worked hard and did well. You didn't work hard-
ME: (Murderous glare)
ME: Ok, you worked hard but not that hard, and you didn't fare so well. You reap, you sow, you get?
ME: I'll tell you what I won't be getting... marks, that's what. I'm screwed!
ME: Don't be ridiculous! How much are you losing?
ME: Don't even remind me of how many marks I'll lose! Do you want me to cry? (Tears threaten to break out of the surface)
ME: (Hastening to change the subject because the last thing me wants is for me to bawl out like a baby) What's next?
ME: (head in hand, looking down) Digital signal processing, day after tomorrow.
ME: Tell me you've prepared for that.
ME: No.
ME: What on Earth were you doing all these days?
ME: Blogging, scrapping people on Orkut, that kind of thing.
ME: (Closes eyes, hoping for a miracle) I don't want to say things to you, but you're making it really difficult for me to do that.
ME: Shut up, you're supposed to cheer me up and give me confidence!
ME: Oh, that's right, sorry. Ok, don't worry about AC, concentrate on DSP. You like DSP right?
ME: (Brightening) Oh, yeah. It's a fascinating subject.
ME: Scoring subject, too. (Winks)
ME: Yeah, that too. I'll do better this time, won't I?
ME: Yes you will, darling. Yes you will.
Moral of the story: It's good to talk to yourself.
