Waking up to five 'o' clock alarms was never my cup of tea and i guess its high time i realised it.Today was yet another of those days.Had to get up at five so i could be ready for the run at six n guess wat woke up at fifteen minutes to six...beat that!!Anyways ran well and now i can finally submit my papers.Thank god!!!Why are classes called classes,i have always wondered.....i mean we could call them what they actually are - ordeals ....Suffered the instructor with the porcupinal tendencies for seven periods straight today.Have earlier wrote bout him but for the uninitiated...he has a typically round head as if created using a 3d compass.With intermittently sprouting spikes resembling hair.His voice seems to be the stone age man's attempts at producing melody out of raw bamboo.But howsoever devoid of tune n chord it may be ,music it is which puts u in a level above the subconcious.The only trouble is that there are a few high pitched notes he keeps up his sleeves which are hurled at u the moment you close your eyes.Ofcourse they never come alone,always accompanied by some chalks which come whistling at you right out of the blue.Worse,they hit u at all the wrong places leaving you a marked man.But Nikhil defied all of it today only to become the Atlas amongst us.Inspite of the uncannily doglike eyes of the porcupine(oh yes he wears horn rimmed glasses too!!) he managed four little naps .Only to have his dreams intruded upon by one of the more hostile quills the first time.Recieved some real snares along with those high volumed "get ups" the second time.The third time he was trying to reach the ceiling using his chair as a basic aid,given that he is jus tall enough to dissapear in Ajay's trousers(Ajay is six feet two or three).The fourth nap ended with him holding a radio weighing 4 bricks over his head. Wish there was such an olympic event coz he was doing it so well.However this was proving to be having a most detrimental effect on our normally determined classmates.With all straining everything to keep one's eyes open or even the helping neighbourly nudges we were successful in earning our asses our chairs.But it was an ordeal no less....It was then that the porcupine felt the first pangs of hunger n his quills loosened.It was lunch time n we were spared...god be praised.......Amidst light banter ,in one of the breaks, people had suggested the use of aconite in the porcupine's food.But we had to have the sympathy of his cook to go ahead with such an action.Praying that his cook had been a boy scout in his youth and would do this good deed to release us poor tormented souls from this unavoidable natural calamity we argued.....evidently the cook did not know wat a boy scout was or so one of us thot.......Turned out it was a blessing in disguise.It would not have done to poison the food cooked by the porcupine's cook.Because it so happens that we happen to dine in the same mess......................