Eat Street

I am finally done with the article that I would be submitting to compete for the post of editor to the MJ communique. I had to do a lot of thinking this time given that there was a limit of 250 words. Still I went beyond 325! All I hope is that nobody else writes anything better than this, and I am selected. God-willing.

Today I missed my first class - in the morning. It was because of the rain; it was raining too heavily near my house and as it was cold, I was feeling like staying inside the blanket for even longer. I started from home a little before 10 am and my father dropped me almost half way up to the college.

In the afternoon I didnt attend the scheduled lab. To the best of my knowledge nobody did. It would be too disturbing for me if I come to know that somebody has attended and attendance was taken. Already had such experiences before.

I went along with 7 friends of mine to Eat Street. We had quite a many things there - nuggets, burger, ice cream and some 'chaat'. Then we played 'Truth n Dare'. I can't explain how much fun it was. One of my friends went to 3 people individually and told them that he is mad - this was the dare given to him. Another friend went to a couple sitting nearby and asked them boldly "what are you doing here?" Perhaps they understood that we were just playing and they were fine. He even took a pic of their's using their cell phone. Another friend went and asked the name of some girl sitting a little far away. I laughed a lot today.

I reached home at 5:30 pm. I had some of the lunch I had taken to college and then a chicken roll as my dinner. I dont know but I think I will eat something more before getting to sleep.

Just after we returned from Eat Street to the college, one of my friends forcibly took some money from me ('some' would be less actually; it was more than some). He, and another friend, held me tightly, put a hand into my pocket and took out my wallet. It was like being robbed. As far as the money was concerned I didnt mind anything, but I didnt like the way they took it from me. I was made useless by the force they had put on me! It could have been done in much better ways. I will talk to him tomorrow about this and will tell him that I didnt like it. I am sure he didnt mean to hurt me. He is my friend - I dont think I am hurt - just thatI didnt like it.