...bad day

reeling under terrible headache,reasons of which I will soon address, I manage to find a cozy corner in library, hoping to involve myself for the rest of the day in what dickens supposedly called his best work before finishing off another one which was already underway. Coming to the headache, the primary reason being the turn of events the previous day, which apparently i cannot address, the chilly, bone numbing cold wave and the sad news that from this day henceforth, i shall be one of the people who, i can say, are the ones not particularly liked around here and finally the general gloomy mood that is usually prevalent. Day began as usual with skipping the breakfast and attendence-marking routine and some snacks afterwards at alpahar. Little did i know about the surprise waiting in deptt office. The worst fears had come true, no not the back, but i am now supposed to assist a lousy prof to take lab of stupid facchas. Making things bad, its a three hour nemesis every week, and making it all even more worse, its the same prof who taught me the same subject in my first year; deja-vu, with a difference, and so much for my plans of having a nice, quite, relaxing last semester here. With this burden on already heavy head, went for the tea, hoping to drown some of the stress...yea its tea in morning, something else later. Anyways, moving on, I pick up my outing gear(read lappy, notes, novels, food and other tidbits) and end up at the place I mentioned initially. So, the literature to be finished was called "Indian Summer" by Alex von Tunzelmann. Franky, the name sounded like that of some persian ruler, but the photograph on the last page revealed a smart, charming and attractive looking girl, who, i can say, has managed to pull off one hell of a book at her very first endeavour. The book is predominantly about the lives of three people, namely nehru, mountbatten and his wife, edwina and how their lives, their actions and relationships get so coincidentially intertwined that it shapes the very foundation on which india and pakistan were carved out. Mind you, this is not another of those history text books which keep on blabbering the facts chronologically which making much sense out of it. For me, a story was never so beautifully told and it is possible many many times to actually get so involved in it to think that it is a work of fiction, only later to embrace the factuality of every miniscule content. Has everything that makes a great book-storyline, awsome plot, great characters and every emotion possible, documented and narrated in perfect symphony. The volume of the book, frankly, was kindof intimidating to begin with, but this one turned out to be an absolute page turner and a MUST read for everyone who do some serious reading and even more to those who can never help condemning the founding fathers of indian democracy.
Took some time to reflect on content i had just finished, only to realize that the only thing i could actually reflect was that the headache had gone from bad to worse and Mr Dickens would have to wait to endow his thoughts on me a little longer. Unable to bear the stress any longer the first thought was to seek advice of the great "monk" which i knew "definitely" would help me out of my predicament but decided to let the idea pass. Even the warmth of library couldnt hold me back now and after yet another round of caffine i proceeded to the "kitchen", and finally got down to write this post, hoping that by the end of it, at least some of the pain mush subside. Hate to say this but after two rounds of home/room-made maggie, apple syrup and a movie, nothing has helped and i still feel almost the same..goddammit. Dont want to visit the 'monk' again, considering our increased interaction over past few weeks.Anyways..hope to go through the rest of the day without stumbling on any eccentric course of events or detrimental news, which, actually has been the case for some time.
...twelve days into the new year...there's yet a 'happy' thing to turn out...