SMI(Y)LE

The alarm that very punctually rings ,every morning soo promptly ,is one whose loyalty i hate.The night always seems shorter.I jus wanted to scream n suddenly realised this uneasy feelin in my throat.Coming back to consciousness i recollect..yesterday night it was concluded that i am mad to the core ... Reasons for it follow thus.I had a terrible throat pain.'I belive its bcoz i ate somethin very oily' i start off.. but the argument is dismissed unconcernedly by miss B sayin its all jus ur imagination that u eat somethin oily n u land up havin throat pain.She concludes 'u know y this is ... i will tell u precisely bcoz u shout n talk a lottttttt...'after listening to the list of all wat i am bad at....n how pathetically incapable i am of improving in life bcoz idont listen to her.. i am given this syrup thingy.. a thick semi solid kinda blackish brown no no brownish black hell watever u get the color right??.Then there is the downpour of instructions . Drink 5 ml of this n gargle with hot salt water n shut up n sleep tonight okei? she orders holding her breath in such a speed that i understood i was to gargle with this syrup .. drink the hot salt water...I was confused and i make a sad face like a kid scared to death when she saw me after making her hair .. then she hits her head n says 'ayyoo ...okei now slowly.. to match ur pace.. okei? '
Step by step.First.Pull out the cap she roars.. a small cylindrical structure cut open at one end.. made of plastic.. supposed to b colorless but ownin to the umpteen number of times its been used.. it seemed to have bcum stained n taken up the color of the liquid inside.Next .'Turn open the cap '..she is puttin her sandals in place n goin to the terrace to get the dried clothes...while i meticulously turn the cap round n round n yeah opened it finally:).I jus c it.. yellow in colour.. with lotta things written in minute font..may b arial black size 0.0000121213231 r somethin like that i think.. now the noisome smell explodes into the nose which is drawn to pretty much proximity of the capless bottle.. feel nauseating...'Now drink 5 ml of the syrup.'.. shez back in action folding the clothes.5 ml......i feel the immediate panic button pressed inside.. 5ml how am i goin to know how much of this should pour into my system for it to constitute somethin like 5ml diffusing into some 5 lt of blood???..i say 'Now b reasonable.. u cant jus say some fancy figure like 5 ml n bhave like a doc sayin drink it ..u gettin it babe.. how on earth wud i.. '.cut. My sentence that i so painstakingly said straining the pathetically sored throat cut in half by miss B..'oh u dumbo that first conatiner u pulled out .. has the markings.. chk out n pour 5ml into it n drink okei? ' she continues with her folding of clothes.. arranging of books. uff some ple never ever get tired of keep things in place. Of course if u have a thin like me for a roomy strewin around everythin every where all the time may b u cant help it ;) more so when asked to not do so.. give some kinda philo sayin.. oh nothin shud b planned u c.Its okei as long as u find things when u want.Wat is the need for it... n some shitty crap ..some1 listenin to it wud feel its better to clean it up after i mess around than try n gimme some gyan on how to arrange the stuff around.Neways i start lookin at the supposed-to-b-colorless container n feel myself drawn into absolute misery.. of findin where the 5 ml mark was on it... i raise it up to my eyes level n c.. no dint help.. ah see it against the light... dinggg a light glows inside the head.. yeah see it aginst the light i turn around on my bed n hold this thin up against the light a lil above my eye level n find it..yeah!!!!! now i know how rama would have felt when he won the battle against ravana... ooooo man!! am sure it mus have been as difficult as this believe me. I did it!!! i found out the mark.. next the task of fillin it upto the mark.. I am already scared to death by miss B that if i fail to follow her instructions i shall not... well ..lets leave that part coz i am a goody goody listenin to her ...So to make sure that i dont overshoot the marked level i very intelligently pour the syrup into the cap of the bottle n then into the container.. she turns around.. 'uuiiyyy baba wat are u doin???' (Thats her patented expression 'uuiiyy baba thu kii korchish' yo! i got it:))u crazy r somethin???? n pulls it away from my hand. whaaaaaaaaaa:(( all those precious minutes i wasted on the smart investigation to find the mark n now to fill it.. n now she snatches it away. I guess it was a lil above the 2.5ml mark that means already more than 50% done..'U r u know wat.. crazyyyy madd.. u know that?' she laughs n pours it straight . n somehow in a way that is mysterious to me stops it exactly at the 5 ml limit. 'Now take drink' she says.. i say with a brillu ideaaa .Hey they cud make a CAT prob outta this..wat say? There is this cylindrical container with a radius of 0.02m and height of 2cm * i am happy bcoz i used to different mensuration units to indicate the same thing* .U need to fill a liquid into it by transferrin the liquid thru an intermediate conatiner of size 3cm diameter n height same as the cylindrical one.(I personally think typin 2 cm would b consume less space.. than typin.. same as that of the cylindrical one..but this supposed to b a question in CAT so thats how it should be.. ple dont believe in brevity;).. this thought i keep to myself n continue..)'..U know n then say.. the liquid gets smeared on the intermediate container,the thickness of which u can ignore..n then transfer the liquid to the first container. Find the percentage loss of the liquid due to the smearin on the intermediate conatiner.wat say? u think i should join the quorum of question makers for CAT rather than tryin to answer them??' i say beaming.. she is bugged absolutelyy.'U r completely insane...now would u plz do the honors of drinkin this medicineee so that u can b alive to set questions of this rotten sort???' me sez' okei.. ' n think to myself ufff i would rather die than delve into such realms of complicated processes in life.So there goes a proof of the concept for my madness...n we get down to some serious biz of eatin dinner n then sleepin. Hey u put that smile up she says.. i jus spring up from my bed n smile away to glory n try to remephasize for thenth time in life that i do have 32 teethhhhh. uff this girll naaaaa she gets up n says hello i meant did u put that SMYLE syrup up in the rack...It feels like she jus said it abt 5 min bfore n bloody its mornin alreadyyyyn my throat still aches like hell n i start hittin her for makin me undergo those ardous tasks the previous night to avail no good n the miss B she is bellows now stop it n SMILEEEEE pleaseee she sez with that awful bottle in her hand n a big smile on her face..i very unwillingly take that bottle in my hand n ask her 'U r advertising for SMILE r that SMYLE???? ' n we burst into a laughter as i grab that familiar thing to empty another 5 ml of SMYLE.:)