The Usual.

The alarm goes off. The most annoying sound in the world. You bounce out of bed, make a run for the loo. Teeth brushed in such a hurry, you almost hear the enamel cry through the layer of plaque. The hair laments the lack of conditioner, as your hands reach for the newspaper. Of course, you don't get past the boring headlines of the Times of India, any more than you smirk at the sensational ones Mumbai Mirror dishes out on a daily basis.
You scramble through your scrambled eggs, and with a cold-coffee moustache and a quick smile to your mom affirming you'll be home right back after college, you're out of the house. It's a faster run once you're out. A bored auto-waalaah stands outside the gate, staring shamelessly in your direction. You may think he's being lecherous, but hello, this is Bombay. There's no time even for that. He's more like a hawk zoning in on his prey. He starts the meter even before you sit, and 20 minutes later, you're in college.
Lectures begin and end, but you're so zoned out, that it's almost like you've time-traveled to 3.20 p.m., when college (usually) ends. (Today's paper talks about how India has an 'examination system' as opposed to an 'education system', and in my head I think, how true. Visit a high school. Or a tutorial class, and you'll see.)Time that could have been productive is spent on Facebook, thanks to your innate tendency towards voyeurism. Also,to think up a cool status update. Or, to edit an otherwise crap photo by making it black and white or sepia. The number of likes on either are the greatest determinant of your popularity level, so of course time spent on either is productive time.

I wish life had a Fast Forward button.
But there's that paradox again, right? One grain of rice doesn't make a heap, and ten thousand grains does not make a heap either. So where does that Fast Forward button lead to? I'd love to know.
Any place I can absorb, imbibe, breathe, live would make me happy, thankyouverymuch.