Haste

A pair of feet running across an open field. His backpack bouncing as two gun-like objects dangle by his sides.

Running through long empty corridors.

Climbing steps in a hurry. Two at a time.

He approaches a classroom slowing his pace down rapidly.

The first year engineering student arrives 45 mins late for a one hour lecture.

“May I come in sir?”

The class stares the figure by the door holding two encased mini drafters like AK 47s over his shoulders. They attempt to suppress smiles. Professor looks hardly amused.

Looks at his watch.

“The next lecture starts at 10:30. You’re too early for that Mr. Nair Anand Rajamohanan.”

“Okay Sir.”

The student smiles politely and walks off...


One of the earliest memories of my engineering college life.

*sigh*