Chai Bath!

Do not get confused by the title please. It does not, in any way, mean I'm a chai-aholic and would swim in a chai pool just to freshen my senses. It's actually quite opposite. It's a pretty tragic scene I'm about to scribble here.

In our first break today, we all merrily went to the café to have tea (exclude me, please) and cookies (include me here) to wipe sleep off our eyes. So, we all sat and set up our breakfast stuff on table when suddenly Doctor Sa'ab tried to pull something out of her bag and accidentally nudged her poor teacup tea glass and whoosh! All the stupid, burning, hell-hot tea splashed on my neat khaki Wranglers! Oh. My. God. I was electrocuted. Never in my life have I ever touched tea and today the whole well-like tea glass's contents were on me. I was so transfixed I couldn't even scream properly, although I was feeling my leg burning badly. This was horrible. Sick. Hideous. Next class was to start in 10-minutes time and I had to get the chai off my khakis and sneakers (which was kind of impossible). Bahhh! There was this huge stain on my left leg. And then I decided to head to restrooms to clean this mess up. From the café to the ladies restroom, there comes a passage where an awful lot of students is lazying around. And I dreaded walking through that area. Sadly, I had no other alternative, and this was the shortest route possible. So, while walking through that horrible area, I spotted stupid students staring at me in the most awkward manner. Idiot cows and foolish jerks! I hope someday they face the same. Morons!

As I stepped in the restroom, a girl was styling her hair and she kind of froze when she saw me. Before she could infer anything, I sharply said, "It's chai only". But she still seemed incredulous. Stupid cow! Whatever. I shouldn't care about such people, right? Now since I had no hanky or even a darn tissue paper, I frantically rubbed my hand to wipe (or clean) the chai off. Imagine that. Oh, well, it was surely of no use, but it had a positive psychological effect on me. I felt a teeny bit cleaned. But still sick! I tried my level best not to let the wet trouser touch my burning skin but 'twas hard to manage. Uh, liiife!

I'm planning to write the management to install a hand dryer in restrooms. Situations like these are difficult to handle. Or maybe, and till then, I should carry my lil hair dryer with me next time. You never know when you might accidentally get a hot chai bath or a deliberate cold Sprite shower!

Cheerio folks! =)

PS: I didn't realize my last post was the 666th post of my glorious 6 years of blogging. =)
PPS: And it's so good to write after ages! I think I should write more often now. But darn crippling studies!

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