Regionals- a fun day to remember!

It was not the usual school mornings where my mom has to literally kick me out of the bed. I couldn’t sleep last night properly. Obviously. My teacher called me the previous day and told me that I’ll be going for the regional level social science exhibition for project explanation. I had to explain about rain water harvesting, nuclear power plants and ocean thermal energy conversion and it took me a whole day to actually by heart these names. Ask me to explain about the resource availability at causeway (which happens to be a shopping centre), or a nutritional fast food from KFC or McD’s I’d be glad to. But RWH, nuclear, thermal, conservation, energy…things were going above my head.
I left my house at 5:45 am (which happens to be my midnight in holidays) took the first bus at 6:00am (106 ki jai ho!) and reached the venue at 6:45am. I, like the stupidest person on earth reached the school before the watchman did and stood for 45 mins, jobless.
Just then a girl who looked at least a couple of years older to me came and spoke to me “excuse me didi? Are you from K.V.Colaba-3” didi? Did she just call me didi? I got pissed off and replied very rudely. “You have any idea of which class I study in? I’m just in 10th!” her answer made me shut my mouth “so what? I’m only in 9th.” Omg! Where have I landed?! In that hustling and bustling crowd I finally found sandhya, my closest buddy who is sensible (it’s the biggest compliment you get after coming to these places! Lolz…).
We both found our room number and praise lord we were put in rooms opposite each others’. People came and people went. I was speaking like this nonstop fm radio and the worst part was that people were least interested. Its so bugging when you put your efforts in mugging up stuffs you are least bothered about, give a smiling face and answer their highly frustrating questions about the project when you have ‘no’ idea of what you are speaking about. The worst part was, every time I open my lunch box to stuff something into my mouth, some or the other person would come to visit the projects. After a while I got so irritated that I started explaining things in an I-don’t-give-it-a-damn manner. That was how I was explaining to a guy who didn’t look like the judge. I infact told him that I wont be able to show him the working of the nuclear power plant, as the guy who was supposed to do that was not present at the vicinity. Later I found out that he was a journalist. I somehow explained it to his colleague who accompanied him as well.
Finally for sometime nobody came. Our teachers went to have lunch and we were alone. Off, I and sandy ran outside the room and started roaming around the school (or should we tag it factory as it was that huge). Result of roaming around in an unknown place, which is so confusing, both of us got lost and couldn’t find the way back to our respective rooms. We somehow asked the way and reached. Luckily nobody came in the meanwhile. And here comes the best part…we got to meet Mr.Tushar Gandhi, the great grandson of Mahatma Gandhi. He was so sweet and inquisitive. Finally there was somebody who bothered to listen to us! After he left, we were made to sit for two hrs for no reason. It was high time they’d let us go. Sandy and I left the school (at last!) and my teacher offered us a drop at the bus stand. The bus stand was right opposite CCD. We both treated ourselves a good cup of coffee and went back to the bus stand. We took the very next bus, got down at electric house, crossed the regal signal without giving a damn to the traffic, had a hot chocolate fudge ice cream at McD's, waited at the regal bus stop, took our all time favourite ‘106’ bus and came back home with loads of fun stuff to remember.