The passion of the agarwal




Take notice.

Today was one of the, if not the weirdest day of my life.



Last day of college, we decided today would be the day Sumedh and me would travel to the Canadian Consulate to get our visas for the trip we are making to Toronto tomorrow, the first day of Spring Break,


I woke up at 6:30 am having decided to leave at 7:30 to get to the consulate by 8:15

Got ready quickly even though my bed was looking so inviting and all I wanted was to go back to sleep because I was averaging 3 hours of sleep the past 4 nights. For everyone's ease of calculation that’s 108 hours of being awake in the past 120 hours.

Freaky


Sumedh came over and we got out of there as quickly as we could.
Got to the main door and I realized that I had left my car keys in my drawer in my room, went up only to remember that they were in my jacket the entire time.


Opened the door only to be greeted by the type of weather they did not talk about even in the bible.

SNOW SNOW and then some more SNOW

Got to the Union, Sumedh withdrew some money from the ATM there and as we walked to the shuttle stand where we could catch a bus bound for South Campus, a bus left just as we got there. Got into the next shuttle that showed up. It was just Sumedh and me by then. The driver waited a little before taking off. In the next 3 minutes, he realized there were some problems with the bus. He stopped and started it again.

Later I would learn that the bus's transmission had failed.

I believe in fate and jinxes and other paranormal phenomenon, hence I looked at the newspaper in my hand to check the date, only to find that the date was Friday the 12th.

Damn, I though cause 13 is my lucky no. This by far was the worst date we could have planned this trip I though.

The driver stopped at the next scheduled stop in front of another shuttle telling us that we would have to switch. Upon switching we realized that the driver of the new shuttle kept muttering that her wipers were not working.

I just looked at Sumedh without saying anything. I think he realized what I wanted to say.

We got down on South, crossed over to the subway and took the escalators after buying the ticks.

I glanced down the escalators only to feel dizzy cause I had no idea the escalators were so damn steep.

We got down on Seneca Street only to be partially blown away by the freakin wind.

Got to the Canadian Consulate on the 30th floor only to find there were 30 other people there……

EDIT::::: There were 30 other Indians there.

Paid the money and then proceeded to wait another hour and a half for the damn visa. That was fine but then people who had come after us started getting their visas and I was super pissed. I was sleepy and hungry at this point.

Well, we kept ourselves busy by making fun of every single person that passed us, including a group of 10 people of south Indian origin who just did not know to shut the hell up.

Eventually we got the visas and proceeded to the Subway located under the lobby to get some food. But it was our day after all, the same 10 southies were there and they proceeded to talk the soul out of my body.

We got the food, got out of there. The trip to Seneca Station should have taken us no more than 1 minute, it was snowing and windy remember. This time the weather had intensified to such a degree that I remember thinking that the City of Buffalo wanted me to never forget this day.

We entered the train and I remembered that the train had a no eat policy. So we had to wait until we got back to north to eat the subs. On the very next station after Seneca, 3 ladies of Latino origin entered the car and totally killed everyone’s mood. I am not being racist here. They talked about everything and anything including spending about 6 minutes discussing a hat that was perched on one of their heads.

Personally I though the hat sucked. That just made it all worse.

An old man just got up and stood at the doors a full 2 minutes before University Station, the final stop. I had crushed the part of me that wanted to strangle the 3 women thinking I might be questioned by the police and I might have to miss the trip to Toronto, which would negate the whole experience and suffering in the first place.

Entered the shuttle due north and the driver proceeded to make an unscheduled stop for a full 10 minutes. I bet he was thinking,” How can I prolong this man’s suffering?”

We got down at North only to realize we had all been dropped off at Flint Circle instead of Lee Loop were we could catch the shuttle to go to our dorms.

We were so tired, sleepy and hungry at this point. We got to the Union again and decided to just eat there. I had just finished my sub and Sumedh was eating his when the fire alarm rang loud and clear. Now I have been here since the Fall of 2002 and such a thing has never happened. I was too worn out to even ponder the mysteries and function of this universe. The two of us got up silently and walked to the shuttle, got in and got out at Ellicott.

We decided to check our mail before heading to our respective rooms. I needed my combination though having lost it yet again.

In the Area Office I found an application form for the Campus Judiciary Committee, something I had wanted to be a part of for a long time.

While walking back to the mail room I something told me to turn the application around. Upon doing so I read the last date of submission.

By now it should come as no surprise to those still reading this piece.

The deadline was 5pm Friday the 12th of March.

I just laughed at the irony of it all.

Got the mail and went back to my room having decided to log the day’s activities on the blog.

What do you think I did when I went back to my room?

Slept like Tupac and Biggie off course.

Woke up a few hours ago only to find most of the hall deserted and Sumedh working???????

My reaction was what the hell.


Today seemed like a dream, no more like a night mare,

But this will without a doubt strengthen me.



I will walk on.




All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire.
Aristotle (384 BC - 322 BC)