Yes,I didn’t go for the industrial visit. Now, its not because I do not enjoy the company of my classmates (which I certainly do, once in a while), and its definitely not because I cant bear to live away from home for a matter of 10 days. No. It’s not that. You might not believe it, but it’s simply because, I’m bloody lazy. Yes, you’ve got NO freaking idea how lazy I’m.
I have never made myself a good cup of tea in my entire life. See, it’s not that I ‘vent tried or anything, I did try, and it was a disaster. The aftermath of which, washing up the pan and the cup, putting back the sugar and tea back in their places after a failed attempt, is simply back breaking. I’m not accustomed to such strenuous work, so pardon me.
Next comes cleaning my room. Okay, I never clean my room, but my mom does and I believe she’s got this strange ailment called, dust-o-phobia. I never encourage her in keeping it spick and span mainly because after each cleaning, a hell lot of my stuff goes missing, more like misplaced. She’s got this book of rules where each thing in a room is supposed to be kept, and she strictly abides by it. Like for example I’d scatter my books on the bed when I get back home and after a while they are neatly stacked on my table. In my book of rules, the table is just for the laptop, and books, especially engineering ones, I simply don’t care where they are kept. She calls it laziness, but I beg to differ, seriously. I can’t stand the sight of neat, well kept beds. I simply don’t feel like sleeping on them, as they are so uninviting, and I’ve got to undo the bed before I can catch any sleep on it. Again I get scandalized by Mom, and everyone else. I do keep my bathroom clean, in fact very well, but that goes unnoticed and unappreciated.
Let alone the tea, in general I can’t cook. I’m not a big fan of cooking and cleaning or anything that requires patience and forbearance. I do like driving cars, and was overjoyed when I got my drivers license. Only that it was a bane in disguise, as I was appointed the family’s official chauffeur. From picking up and dropping my sister from dance classes at unholy hours to buying vegetables became my duty and Trust me, its not exciting. Once I took my rage on the road and a distant cousin of mine caught me rash driving, and ever since I’ve not been encouraged to carry out errands.
My family, we are a bunch of misers, and we are proud of it. This attribute goes back to several generations, each competing hard to beat the pervious one. One could say that, not going for the Industrial Visit was again an act of penny pinching. Don’t see this as bragging, but I’ve been to most of those places n number of times, except for maybe Hyderabad. I don’t think I miss Ramoji Film city and Snow World as I’ve been to one of the best film cities in the world and also experienced snowing( or whatever it is called). So what my master plan was, since I am being such a cost effective kid, my mom would buy me something, like books for instance. That did not happen, and furthermore I was subject to lectures from Dad on how he constructively spent his IV at home during his college days doing his final year project. I always give a deaf ear to such stuff, but listen to my plight-It’s a time I don’t even have Facebook for pointless talk and changing profile pictures. I submerged myself to watching the tube and googling silly stuff. Once I was so bored that I even read an article on cultivating asparagus and another one on some clown called SRK, who rose to stardom by manipulating the emotions of weak hearted people. Yes, real pathetic.
So in short, my game plan didn’t work, nor do I miss going for the industrial visit. But what the hell, I get to sleep for hours; there is nothing better than romancing with the bed on a Monday morning, without fear of getting caught.
