Thursday, April 3, 2008

Drunk On Chocolate

I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.
-J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, 1945
I had this rather nostalgic feeling when I woke up at 8:30 pm today. I was perfectly fine with my happiness giving no respects to any swinging moods. I blankly turned on the computer hoping to find some friends online. I checked mail, tried to understand why MSN messenger wasn't working, removed some applications I wasn't using since long and went through the dictionary of phrasal verbs to find the right word to put between 'Drunk' and 'Chocolate' for the title of this post. I came up with 'on' though found no help in the dictionary.

Today's test was a bag full of sleep and lethargy - I saw the questions, answered all of them to the extent I had read those topics, yawned before starting it and after ending and left the room humble and satisfied. We have not yet given the test for the first internal assessments though it was conducted several times. The lecturer had told us that we could write it later but we haven't heard from her. It seems like a joke that keeps laughing at itself whenever it sees any test being conducted for the final year students. Today a friend of mine studied when we explained him all the topics on the phone just 10 minutes before the test.

I was driven to madness when I started eating chocolate at a buffet today. Things started as temptation, developed into rage as the taste was irresistible and ended up as craze. It was partly an exaggeration on my behalf that I continued to pour in more chocolate into my throat after my belly was full but my heart was never satisfied. I was high on spirits and was indirectly encouraged by friends. I kept taking in as much as I could knowing that I might never get such a chance again. It was heavy but left me asking for more. The soft cake dipped in lusciously rich hot chocolate was simply sinful. I couldn't count how much I drank on it and the number of pieces I broke on my tongue. My mouth still waters.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Hey, you can actually write a small post. Cudn't believe my eyes.

Hope u get good score in the test anyway

xubayr said...

:)