A Treat worth to even break up, Really?

A Friday evening at hostel, with no record-to-be-completed for Monday's lab classes, record in an Engineer's language refers to the ill-shaped book, which is supposed to be taken care with absolute importance as there will not be a 'Handle with care' label on it, so the burden for one saving the book from coffee spills or from a stupid friend who is on a hyper mode just because he got a 'Hii' text from an unknown number or at the worst case, from that one person who borrows the record and forgets where he had kept it is definitely high! Thank God! No more tensions with that one book which takes a heavy toll in an Engineer's life. So the fact that me being in the final semester brings a Mother-of-Records kind, The Project Report! A very large percentage of students like me, eagerly wait for the day when Project Report is to submitted. The reason is because, the moment you submit it and you turn back to leave the room, you try to take out your coolers from your shirt and imagine yourself to be the famous style actor from Kollywood. Also, you feel like pumping fist in the air because of the high profile procedures that the Institution follows to preserve this 'Record-Part 2' ( This time its their headache to preserve it carefully from the above mentioned obstacles, a sudden change in the look on my face turning red, but still I smile with V shaped eyebrows and imagine two sharp objects protruding from my skull, in one word-Evil thought). So yesterday was the date of Report submission for my department(one thing I am glad about) and surprisingly we submitted! Yes! I even did pinch myself to check if its real, it was. The toss for the Semi-final clash against South Africa in the ongoing T20 World Cup took place. Now if there is anyone who is reading this in spite of not watching the match, just take your right hand and slap on your face, now if someone even tried doing this, please reconsider your current mental status. Getting back, am not going to get into the match details. For a blogger like me, I cannot do justice to the game by writing about it. So after a three hour non-stop, of course I did stop once(dinner yar! C'mon! That one night in the entire week I was eagerly waiting for, nothing special, a traditional South Indian dish that never tasted like Indian though). After the match, after clapping my hands till my palms turned red and after hugging till I was literally out of friends to hug and after continuous whistling( by the time I stopped whistling, few of the audience in that stadium would have reached home) and then when I slept, revival of good-old memories flashed me, that moment, exactly!! When MSD lifted the 2011 WC, will that repeat? Will that moment be a treat to watch for all the final years staying at hostel? I am sure it would. Stay tuned and do not engage yourself with any work tomorrow at 6.30 P.M, do not even hesitate to break up with your bf/gf, because its WC Final Baby! Now please do not curse me if it(breakup) really did!