If it is sweet.. I skip a beat!

Okay! Now this is the point from where I can't drag anymore. I need rest and I need to get it right now. But wait a minute, I cant sleep here, I am at the discussion of Mridula Koshy's new book If it is sweet. Hmm.. Music.. Maybe I should just listen to the music.. One, two, three, four, five, nine, ten.. Shit! Where did the beat go? Three, four, five, eight.. Maybe I just ~~~~~~~~________________________

Waking up at 5 to study, but not studying till 12, waiting for lunch to be ready so I can study just after that for my Java exam tomorrow, welcoming a friend at 2, having lunch with him, then us playing NFS: Carbon Collector's Edition like 10-12 year old brothers, trying a burnout with a Pulsar in the veranda with bare feet, waving that friend at 8, thinking about studying at 9, and 10, and so on till 2, calling another friend, talking to her till 5 on and off on phone and over messages, starting the preparation at 5:15, setting the alarm to wake up in an hour and waking up half an hour in advance agitated, taking a feeling-less shower, finally studying for an hour at home and about an hour at a bus stop, in the Metro train and at a Metro station with the same friend, walking towards the examination center while reading, closing the book like quitting it after reading it cover to cover several times day night on, writing the examination sheets with speed of light, getting out trying to plan the day and thinking about going home and sleeping for a couple of hours before seeing my first book discussion, meeting the same all-night-phone friend again because of her waist ache and due to that her wish to talk over for some time and my wish to listen to her without a reason, happily getting into our usual walk ups when we're out of ideas, burning in an afternoon sun at Connaught Place from 2:30 to 5 till a storm showed half its face and escaped us filling us with high hopes of heavy waters, settling in Central Park and wittily messing up our talk about dance and Salsa and laughing about all the critical points of talks when either of us does that, messaging another friend's friend while that another friend was on his way to CP, misguiding the friend while looking at him in Central Park as we talked on phone for our current coordinates on earth, waving that Java victim friend goodbye because of her wish to surrender to rest finally after my friend of friend's arrival at the entrance of the park, getting a stamp that said 'A' (in a circle) on the right wrist by a huge man in black, seeing Mridula Koshy in pieces from a tight crowd of about 200 people and finding her quite nice looking for being an author!, getting surprised further by finding her voice nice too (-radiantly narrative but soft and relaxed at the same moment) while she narrated a story (of an Aditya and a Suraj!) whose title I lost because of my blinking mind.........

---wasn't enough that all of a sudden, with absolutely no transitions, fast or slow, I found myself missing communication because of a sudden deep urge to instantly disintegrate into a thin liquid and pour flat on the floor!!

I surely looked drunk. My friend's friend seemed to feel the very first push of the light golden wine and my friend (who informed me about the event after getting informed himself by the wined one!) stayed on with his talks of now and then and who and where. I slept many a times for only seconds of the event's clock but hours inside my head- it was that deep!

I had never slept in an event before but I am not a that-way-virgin anymore! I hardly remember sleeping even in a five hour Shatabdi journey to Amritsar or a ten hour bus trip to Hoshiyarpur. I have been a quite good sportsperson in sleeping in most of my age so far and I am good enough in multitasking too but still I had never mixed the two this way till yesterday.

I don't have a copy of If it is sweet yet so I dont know the title of that story that was narrated by Mridula Koshy herself. But I think, there was something about it that only moments after the story ended, I felt rest deficient!

First, it was like a two second silence, with eyes opened and nobody noticeably feeling the sound pause. Then a slight headache. While my friend went to get an orange juice after a wine he too looked just a bit touched by, I got up to get busy picking up copies of the Tranquebar newsletter and new-book catalogue of Tranquebar Press & Westland and while returning I, in a need to re-examine my senses, stood next to a speaker column for a few seconds. And it happened again and again- even more rapidly.

It's a beatable-to-pulp offense when a music student misses an interval in front of the teacher. So, lesson #1 and lesson #ultimate- NEVER GO TO A MUSIC CLASS IF YOU HAVEN'T HAD FULL REST!

In short, in the discussion of Mridula Koshy's first book, I saw a real "author" for real, and for the first time, as I skipped my first beats!