Yesterday!

yesterday morning, after having a "sumptous" breakfast i trotted to the department for the first class. i was about 10 seconds too late. devoid of a "p" i sat down dejected and irritated. "i didnt wake up in the morning to attend this lecture without being marked present."
as planned, i started copying all of my pending assignments-4 in no.- on the last occupied bench of our classroom. the first 3 were copied letter to letter in a go. the final assignment was of management. when i half done, my pen stopped working. to my dismay, it was the only one i had. i tried the nib at all angles-making spirals, gave the pen a few jolts and various other complex sets of movements in all directions. the pen wouldn't simply write. it was as if it was protesting against its continuous use since the last 1.5 hours.
through the translucent plastic, suddenly my gaze fell on the refill.
it was dry!
well, that was the happiest moment of yesterday! in my 2 years at college, i had never achieved this feat. i had never been with a pen to witness such a thing! they are such important "things" for a student and you never seem to comfortably find one for the first class. either its stolen or dropped or....basically lost! i distinctly remember that in second year after being fed up of buying a pen everyday, i bought a Parker worth rs.350. " yeh mehnga pen toh main ni ghumaunga. plus no one will take a fountain pen." it remained with me for 3 weeks. then one day it was Hanger's birthday. we found the "Rhythm" of life and were on cloud 9. we had fun that evening. after 1am, it was all a blur. that was the last time i saw a self owned pen! that day, i decided to be in the mob and start lifting pens instead of buying them! it has been almost 2 semesters and i am yet to buy a pen.
in hostel, its the same with buckets, slippers........
and that's how i managed to survive the boring lecture. i had a unique experience; my smile-ear to ear!