Mr. Brightside

He is a weird sort of being-Mr. Brightside; with huge mournful eyes and wherever he sits in class (odds are on the premiere bench) he just about manages to piss you off. He speaks in a slow low hum of theories and hypothesis- which always tend to elude you. He is forever contemplating, and at any point you can derive the milk of his colossal wisdom from him or the warm holy piss of his flippant arguments.

In attire he is markedly different. One knows him to have a weakness for some odd thing or the other-He’d either button his shirt up to the collar or have a craze for weird digital watches and love to tuck even his t-shirts neatly in! He also possesses a secret fixation with rubber slippers!-no matter if he’s wearing them on formal clothes. He also likes his hair well oiled up even though it looks as if it’s been stuck with some kind of adhesive!

He is the one who mostly troubles our quiescent teachers with unimaginable queries and doubts in the pretext of making the lectures “interactive” (O Heck! ‘least it keeps the profs busy).But the winds of time change and he achieves a demi-God status…yup you guessed it the ever feared examinations. We bless his enterprising soul as he would source stuff from seniors’ journals or meticulously write experiment descriptions himself and we would be content to sit back; legs stretched and then jump into the wildfire(writing ‘em ) when the blueprint is ready. He is constantly pestered by lesser mortals (yes you and me) for notes which he painstakingly compiles which are xeroxed and used as our Bible for all subjects.

But then there are times when all ain’t hunky-dory. Our relation with him hits rough waters.’Coz he is the reason the lectures you “mass-bunked” were not cancelled after all and he was the rat who squealed when the prof caught your proxy.And don’t you dare wander near him when the test results are out-(albeit the weekly class test that you didn’t even bother to write).He’ll glare at you sheepishly through his horn rimmed glasses with a grimace plastered over his face just because he topped a test which only he and his cronies wrote.

Yet, you actually cannot blame him. Academics is the only thing he is good at. He likes math, books and studies- not essentially in that order. And most importantly he is content. He knows that Mr.Adonis here scores with all the cuties and dates the finest girls; Becks may score all the goals on the hallowed grounds; Missy Blondie would prolong to look like a million bucks in her impeccable dresses; and SUCers who sit within graffiti laden walls will continue feeling important. He will secure a good high flying job at some top notch foreign company and meet other ‘Mr. Brightsides’ discuss theories & discoveries, brag bout being ‘The MAN’ in college and probably laugh his way to the bank with his fat paycheck.

However in the midst of all this he’d miss out on the craziest, zaniest and most fun-filled moments and he’ll miss out on the experience of the journey called life. So what if others like us may not get the best grades or the best jobs; so what if we’ve got a KT or two; so what the teachers take our names in disgust and not flash their goofy smiles at us; we probably have more fun in college than he would ever in his life! So go make your life Mr…...