The numbness of mind

The following memoir was written during the 5 day staff training that my organisations imposes on its program staff...these are the thoughts that went through my overactive head during the sessions....It will continue!

Some days you wonder what you are doing here...is there a purpose...is the story still unfolding? And some days are like this..when I am seized with a strange feeling called "The numbness of mind"

There goes a hand up..Its that dopey again who can't finish a question and has self made hypothesis for everything. He has asked an inane question once again, the lecturer looks bamboozled with the sheer intelligence of the question and the questioner.

The great white panda has also jumped in , he is having a verbal diarrhea with liberal intersperses of verses like 'matlab', 'largely' and 'hena'. The lecturer is now thoroughly lost and I am writing my blog. The sheer wastefulness of such sessions in my life is up on a huge billboard with neon lights....

Amma is trying to look interested, after all she is an economics student. Jumpy is readying for a jump on the lecturer and puggy is missing her mistress..

The lecturer has regained his composure and is requesting the audience to ask more questions...some people are stupidly brave. God Jameses is going to respond...he just asked the lecturer to hold his mike properly...and i can't stop laughing (in my mind)...he is the only guy who has the guts to show his boredom.

And then there is another kind of crowd who are busy writing every word, every syllable, every vowel...these people were the front benchers in school, who covered their notebooks with brown paper and a plastic cover and always always always did their homework...I was sadly not a part of this distinguished crowd.

Mr. Hotshot RM is not pleased with the lecturer who keeps saying "I'll explain this". Hotshot has been bombarding him with questions no one understands..so we have a catch 20 situation.

There's this idiot who is sitting next to me, he keeps asking weird questions that are supposed to be funny...I wonder 'Why, Why, Why'..no one's answering!

Ah, I've finally found the most intelligent person in this mad lot...he is sleeping. Wise Chap!

If this continues, i'll be found saying"I believe in fairies"

Till the next engaging day of this training...toooodledoo