home work

First journalism class after the holidays is tomorrow. The teacher had given us a small assignment.
and we had more than ample time to finish it, me on the other hand being the great person that i am wrote something in the very last min. The topic she gave us was weird!
write about an incident or a scene in not more than 250 words.
wat am i suppose to write!!!!!
anyways i did write something and i have decided to post it here, it sucks but i am tired and sleepy so this is the best i can come up with (not that i could done better in any other state). -

Four of us decided to go for a movie and later I wondered why I said yes. These old theaters are so poorly ventilated. I regretted having gone there, but I was determined to spend time with other human beings instead of being alone in my 10 by 9 den with my half dead computer.

The older two were religiously glued to the screen as their favorite actor (I can't remember her name) was delivering a bunch of clichéd dialogs that most Telugu movies just wouldn't seem complete without. There was no way my other friend and I could watch this junk!

We helped ourselves to their popcorn. I knew they wouldn’t mind, heck I don't even think they realized!

We were bored with the movie and to pass time my friend began telling me this ridiculous story of how the stain on his shirt acted like a lucky charm! My response to his story was the usual ritualistic nodding that one picks up in school (especially phy or maths classes), occasional doses of, 'oh OK' and strategic smiles.

There was this curly haired gentleman sitting in front of me. His hair was peculiar. I think he streaked it with white or gold but I couldn’t be sure because the lighting was poor (it was a theater after all). It troubled me. Why had he or who had done this to his hair? Surly he wouldn’t do this to his own hair - would he? I was furious! He had rock star like hair; thick wild and uncontrollable. Nobody would appreciate its beauty now. It was ruined. I reached up and felt my own miserably thin hair and tightened my teeth.

My friend was saying something about how the popular notion of rabbits being cute and cuddly was misleading. They are actually 'highly dangerous' he said, ‘I still remember the day when . . . .’

I just wanted to stand up and give the curly haired lad a piece of my mind. Finally the movie got over. We all stood up to leave. I clenched my fist tighter and tighter as I saw him and if only my friend wasn't in between I would have beaten him to a pulp!

We said good bye to the other two and shared an auto home. He stared off an immediate comparison of the autos in his home town and the ones in Bangalore. He was saying something about how the latter was more colorful. I was thinking of the curly haired guy and was hoping he would realize.

GOOD NIGHT!
I NEED SLEEP!