Fleeting

Why am I sitting here?

German nuclear waste fuelling an iranian bomb, or is it Libyan or Ethiopian? No clue.

Any real reason to stay here? No, not really. I have nothing to say. Nothing to do, 

but wait for an electrodynamics test tomorrow. No real reason to sit here, so I might as 

well start typing. I am actually observing this damn thing, I think.

What the hell is going on. Hyperbole. More Hyperbole. And more hyperbole. My mind is going 

to rot with a little more of this crap. Five thousand rupees is not nearly enough to warrant 

24 hours of this. 

The crisis was designed to destroy the alliances that had popped up in the last round of the 

event. And it has. Pakistan has decided to switch sides after all. The event has turned into a very interesting bitch fight. I have a smile at the corner of my mouth.  

Maybe I should have sit in the HRC after all. Nice people who don't argue over anything to 

pass legislation in support of nice things like human rights. Even the most brutally 

inhumane of regimes have turned into puffy fluffballs in the hands of India's great student 

body. Boring, though.

And what about me? The poor messenger chap seems to be interested in me. He's stuffed pieces 

of paper into the gap between my head and my ear. Can't say that I understand that. Everyone 

 from my college is weird as hell. He's weird too.

Am I supposed to care about the casual flirtations that are taking place within the room 

under guise of what is supposed to be a Model United Nations summit. It's shameful. It's a 

mating ritual. I don't even know why the notes are being shared with me. I am beginning to 

feel like a voyeur. I don't like feeling like a voyeur. 

I knew I should have just left... 

but I guess we all let optimism come to us as a friend, even though it's been an old enemy.

I like the Chair. He's trying to make this a Sci Fi novel. 

Fun. 

Passionate Speech. 

"All I here is idealistic speaking without practical action. Just like the real UN. Every legislation is rendered ineffectual by its own clauses. That is NOT what we are supposed to be."

Actually it is. But fuck that for a while.

I'm hearing the same shit over 

and 

over

and 

over 

and 

over

and

over

and

over

and

over

and

over

and

over

and

over

again.

Phew.

Anyway MUN. Bye.