The Dogs of War

Its an warm autumn evening. Hazy night skies , but I see the The great hunter of the heavens stretched across the night skies , behind the misted viels of pollution but clear and luminous with Betelgeus on his shoulder and the glorious belt shining across time.

Draw a straight line, like my father told me that you will get another set of jewels. Sirius twinkling away like a diamond. Mars is still high up there blinking a malevolent red.

Its been a long day and sleep beckons like a mate calling to bed. Today's MCC class was all about being curious , and asking questions. I listened to one of the music tracks that the prof handed out for over an hour. I got some blissful sleep right in my chair while my brain worked out alpha and thetha waves. Thats right , I let me brain do the work while I relax.

I went to check out the Garba action on the campus. Turns out that it all started late I didnt see the stuff in action.

There is a dog menace fight in progress. All of a sudden, silent old me has been pitchforked into the center of Man vs Canine war. I support my fellow Homo sapiens , but my heart beats for those silent mutts who cant even appeal against us.

And between the Glory of Orion spangled across the skies and the Dogs of War , another day and night comes to an end in IIM-A