EveryDay

Its 6 and the alarm rings. Fed up of its noise I force myself to get up and turn it off. About 20 minutes later, my dad literally pulls me out with a cup of coffee in his hand. That's when I realize that its time for me to get up and stat completing my record, lest I would not be allowed to enter the lab. Its already 730 and I haven't even started on my record. Its nature call time and by the time I have completed having my bath its 815 and I should have left home 5 minutes earlier. Gulping down whatever mom has cooked for breakfast; I take my bike and rip towards college. Damn, not enough fuel and I have to make that inevitable pit stop. By the time I reach college its 840 and I am 10 minutes late for my class. Entering class (if the teacher is kind enough to let me inside) and not finding my favorite last bench, is devastating. Next two hours is Greek and Latin to me. The teacher seems like an extra terrestrial organism taking 70 odd of us prisoners and torturing us to death with words most of which I bet even he would not understand. Then comes half an hour of the much awaited break, my first chance in the day to get in touch with my earthling friends and discuss the common problems, and if time permits grab a cup of coffee, a very important thing if I want to survive the next 3 hours. Next its 2 hours of classes again, and this time I use the opportunity to complete the record I had left pending. Then comes the lunch break when I end up eating the crap they serve at the canteen. 45 minutes later I am in the laboratory.
Wires and resistors and IC's and diodes and the CRO and the multimeter and all that and I have no clue what’s happening. Turn on the switches, connect some wires and switch on the CRO and you better get a sinusoidal wave (whatever that is ) and if it does, we are done with today's experiment. And if the record is all correct, rush out of the lab and its time to leave towards home. It’s about 630 by the time I reach home and by the time I freshen up its 7 and the power fails. So the escape the mosquito attach, get out of home and meet up some friends, discuss important issues like India and Pakistan or Ganguly's affair with Nagma or even things like presence of God or Osama bin Laden. Its about 930 but the time I get back home, have dinner and its time for F.R.I.E.N.D.S After this I go to the room to realize that I have an internal tomorrow, and I have no idea what the portions are. So I call up the class topper and get the portions, and hunt for and find out the pages that contain them. (Which is a difficult task as most of the books I have to study from has 1000 something pages). Its 1230 and its time to go online. Checking mail takes about 5 minutes but I end up online for an hour, thanks to things like messengers and IRC. By 130 I start with my books and I am damn sleepy and exhausted by now. Time to hit the bed, leaving the internals in the hands of the topper guy. With all this I have to keep myself updated with all the new songs released and channel [V]'s pop stars and Leander and Mahesh at the Davis cup and all that.
This is how my normal day is. Some days its worse. It comes loaded with exams, all this for 4 years… not what I expected out of engineering

Polygamy – The path to hell

The entrance of the third member into the family was inevitable. My wife had come to know that something was up. I had given her clues and I think by the time my second wife came in, she had accepted it. She didn't have a choice either. May be she didn't like the fact that I would be having a new young, beautiful wife but like I said she had accepted it. She didn't say this in as many words, but her silence said it all. She knew that she was old and it made it difficult for her to satisfy my wants. For this very reason, she was given a face lift a year ago but both of us knew that this was temporary and she would get back to her original self, which she eventually did. There was nothing much we could do about it now. She also knew that my second wife was young and a completely different class all together. She didn't mind me spending more time with the new member of our family or taking her out everywhere I went. I knew it was difficult for someone out or the blue comes and takes ones place but my wife being the great person that she is accepted it as if it was just another phase of her life.
Its not that I liked my second wife more than the first one but it meant a lot for me in front of my friends too to have a young and good looking wife, I started having new friends because of my new wife and I know that my first wife could not do anything like that. Though she had a great heart, she was not very good looking and being an old timer could not enjoy the company of my friends. She tried very hard I must confess. Having a second wife I began feeling confidant about myself and I didn't have to hide my wife anymore. And I could see the difference in the people around me. They were all excited about my new wife and all of them wanted to meet her or go out with her.
But a second wife meant a lot more expenditure. My new wife made me spend a lot of cash on her, and I had to, to please her. Also the money I spent on my old partner didn't reduce either. I was not the one who would leave her to the mercy of god. I had never thought about all this before. With the limited resource I had, life was getting difficult.
With the new gained popularity I was even spending more on other people. The thing that mattered most was that my new wife had to go to the parlor frequently. It seemed impossible for her to do without the visit. The reason I felt bad was because my old wife didn't complain if she was not take there. She knew it was not necessary.
Life was really getting on to me. Though my second wife was already good looking, she thought that it was necessary for her to get herself beautified further. And I had to comply, cos even I thought my wife had to be the best. Ego as they say ruineth a man. One solution everyone found for me was to get rid of my first wife. But I couldn't do such a thing. Nothing could replace my 10 years with her, not only being loyal to me but also serving the whole family. I cannot forget all the things we have done together. Well at present I am struggling to make ends meet. I have not made a decision yet but soon if I don't come up with something ill be a goner.
Bu the way I would like you all to know the names of my wives. My first wife is called Kinetic Honda and my second one is called The Yamaha RX 135.