My Bad Morning

I've joined tuition for this subject we have in 7th semester of engineering....Digital Signal Processing(DSP). I usually don't join classes for the obvious reasons that they are always overcrowded, overpriced and have in some cases pure waste of time. But after much coaxing from my friend(s) about the importance of this subject, and the fact that it is the cause for the maximum no of casualties (read KTs) in engineering...i succumbed to joining it.
But what i didn't know and also was too lazy to ask, was that it took place early morning at 7.30 AM!!! that too in dadar...which is like an hour and a quarter commute from where i stay. All this meant that i had to get up at 5.30 and get ready to catch the 6.15 bus.
I had never gotten UP at this time in the morning...that doesn't mean that i haven't been awake at this God-awful time of the day. Pulling all-nighters has been my habit since my 10Th std days. Usually 5.30 would be the time when i was tired enough to sleep. Ahhh...and how i slept after that...dreamless,thoughtless,carefree...not a worry in the world, not even about the 2 chapters i hadn't gotten around reading for the exam tomorrow.
Which brings us to today...3rd of September, when my classes started.
I was awakened by the simultaneous ringing of my cellphone aswell as that of my mum's(on which i had set an alarm for 5.25). As for my phone, i had convinced a friend into being my wake-up service.
Shortly after that came a text message...informing me of the time at which i should be at the bus stop (another friend...same deal...wake-up service..hehe).
So i got my ass out of bed...and looked out the window. It was wasn't even sunrise yet!
I got my act together and was dressed and ready by 6.10. I reached the bus stop at the designated time...on time for something at last. But the driver of the bus that i was supposed to catch...had other plans. S.O.B just drew past my stop...doesn't matter i thought here comes another one. I boarded the bus and asked the conductor for a ticket for dadar.
'Kya! dadar? arrey yeh Thane ka bus hai...'...FUCK!! wrong bus!
So i got down at the next stop and waited for the dadar bus. Lucky for me..i found another friend that had joined the same class...so i waited with her. The next bus in was dadar.
I bought the ticket...put on my headphones and settled down in the near empty bus.
Finally...i thought...now nothing can go wrong, you are on the right bus, its moving fast...today might not be that bad after all.
At this exact time...I'm not kidding...a truck containing what seemed like 200 chickens just overtook our bus.
And then began the worst 35 mins ever...the smell of chicken excreta, and the flying feathers...oh its too awful to describe. Especially the smell...the pungent smell...ewwwwwwww.

Finally the bus halted at Dadar and i gave a huge sigh of relief...little did i know of the mind-numbing,spirit crushing boredom that was the DSP class with Mr. KK Talele.
But that is a story for another time...coz this post must be boring you and i too have to get some shut-eye....
ciao