ACJ is beyond imagination......

Some times, rather i should say more often than one wishes, life thrusts upon a soul cruel surprises.......surprises that even the most wildly imaginative cannot anticipate. now, i am not being a braggart but i do have a modestly fertile imagination- it has helped me visit Machupichu in the Andes, witness Dara Shuko's tragic murder....etal.-but it never occured to me that i would ever find myself, haggard and exhausted, at 10o'clock in the night dozing on a chennai-bus while ma and baba, without either of whom i used to be reluctant to even cross the neighbourhood street, are two and a half days train-journey away. it never ocurred to me that i , who would never be let by ma even if i begged her to escape a glass of milk in the evening ,would go to bed too tired to eat anything. it never occured to me that i, who never missed my afternoon siesta , would have half a day at college.it never ocurred to me that my life at ACJ would be what it is! and it never occured to me that my imagination would run so utterly dry at ACJ