Ho hum

Studying for exams makes me sick. On particularly bad days, I abhor and detest it, while on better days, it simply bores me. I could be allergic to it, I don't know if there are confirmatory tests, but I do know my mind breaks out in hives when I have to study for exams.

People sit in the library, their fertile minds probably absorbing information like a sponge, while I am dreaming of ways to copy-paste the same thing on my brain, or wondering why God did not make me with an usb port in my skull. I admit it, I am tired of studying. Cramming frivolous details like molecular basis of an obscure disease has done something to the circuits in my head. Like a cousin puts it, 'She's bonkers, almost 30, and she still studies...even in the daytime!'. If I pass this exam, the only exam I am ever going to appear for is Sunday School exam....which I can gloriously flunk, and nobody be the wiser. And there are no practicals and viva voce!

Studying is such a passive-active job. The body has to be passive and the mind active. But my body I fear, is wired in the opposite direction. Sitting still was never my strong point. As I child, I never earned the tenner I was promised to sit still for five minutes, why change now?

Anyway, not to paint a totally hopeless picture, I do drag my butt to the library everyday to study. It is the best place for people like me, who find scrubbing the floor, washing clean clothes, reading the classifieds, the business news, all utterly fascinating than to sit and study. So, I go there, pick a seat next to a harmless looking nerd, who eventually takes off his shoes and blasts me with a 2000 kilowatt of smelly feet. It makes me wonder if all that studying has totally fried his sense of smell while I try not to gag.

Then there are the 'chips crunchers'. Every once in a while, you get to sit next to a person who loudly opens a packet of chips and inundate your senses with spices. All you can do is wait while they loudly eat their chips. 'Crunch, crunch, krrunchhh'. It kills me. Go outside and crackle, okay? I once sat next to this sadistic senior. She opened a packet of Kurkure, ate every piece very slowly and when she finally finished them, she started picking up the masala with her fingers. But that's not all, she folded the packet into tiny little squares, all the while with this funny smile on her face. A b*#@h of the higher pedigree I guess. If I wasn't a typical docile Khiangte, she'd get it on the nose.

But the best ones are the snorers. They put aside their books for a break, put their heads down on the table, and before you know it, they snore! Loudly and gloriously, their nasal appertures and throat acting in perfect harmony to give you a nice preview of what they do in their beds. Everyone starts giggling till a brave soul goes and wakes them up. It provides a wonderful break I think, maybe we could all take turns snoring and cheering people up. I wish we'd get one who sleep-talks once in a while. But that's probably wishing for the moon. Also kudos to other break-givers, like the ones who forget to mute their cellphones, especially the ones with a particularly raucous ringtone.

H has given me the dubious honour of being 'The laziest person I have ever known in my 30+ years'. I accept the title with heartfelt thanks to my family, who did everything they could to make me study, including corporal punishment. I couldn't have done this without you.

(PS: Why isn't Blogger putting spaces between my paragraphs? Editting this blog for the upteenth time, I admit defeat and gladly will look like a paragraph-phobic blogger. I have increased the font size though, which doesn't help much. Anyone knows what to do about this problem?)