It has no utility.....Sir!!!

With Bangalore lanes and by lanes becoming more crowed with every passing day, the only road which I enjoy taking often is the 'memory lane'. After much consideration I have unearthed a general trend, that - among all the times when I go for a long drive into the 'memory lane', my office hours happen to give me the most fulfilling experiences. Taking into consideration this general trend, and in my search of whether this happens to be a general law applicable for every human being, am in the extensive process of testing this general trend, and so indulging in it often, but strictly for testing purposes.
In one such 'Test Case' scenario, when I was driving past my primary school, I found it was all decked up for the Annual Exhibition that was taking place then. I remembered of a very tragic incident which happened in that exhibition, and that’s the reason why this particular event, among all the numerous events that took place in our school, was etched in my 'memory lane' as a speed-breaker.
I was then in standard four or maybe five...don’t remember exactly. It was an exhibition which had seen me participating in a number of events. My solo participation included in the 'Physics' department, where I had built a Windmill. That was how it was officially. Unofficially, it was totally the brainchild of my brother. The whole model consisted of a Windmill, and a hut in which a bulb glowed, as Windmill rotated.
My other project happened to be in 'History'. Where 11 people came together to make Harappa-Mohenjo-Daro Civilizations come to life. We brought mud from the Ganges, which happened to be nearby, and made a mess of the area which was allocated to us for that purpose. Some people came up with the brilliant idea of burning the whole model, so that it will get an authentic look, but our teachers sensed where we were heading to, and threw us out of the arena.
People poured in the next afternoon, mostly relatives of the students, who took part in the exhibition. They were really impressed seeing their lads come up with wonderful science projects. Everybody was in praise of my model, and thought me as a good contender for the first slot. I on my part explained to anybody and everybody who passed by, regardless whether they showed an interest in my model - "Windmill....air flows....rotates.....wind energy....electricity generated....look inside hut....bulb glows" - this followed a broad smile, reflecting a sense of achievement. Hours passed, until it was evening. Suddenly news came in that the judges had arrived. They had a car break down on-way, and that made them late. Anyways, I prepared to take them on, with all the confidence that I had gathered from the numerous praises that I got for my model earlier.
Finally, the judges arrived. Actually, he was only one person. With a lean frame, spectacled, and having a shining bald head, having traces of past flowing hairs on them, he looked every bit the person, whom I would not at least associate with being a judge. He had a frowning face, probably because of the car breakdown. I summoned every bit of confidence that I had gather throughout the day and repeated the well rehearsed lines. He looked a tad impressed. I was in the mood of repeating my lines once more, but saw him intently gazing at the model. So I stopped, and gave them their moment of privacy. Then he looked up to me, and asked, "What is its utility?” UTILITY!!! The bomb was dropped! I hadn’t heard the term before. I searched all through my brain, what that term meant, but could come up with none. I looked here and there but could find nobody who could provide me with the answer. I looked at the judge, who was looking at me then, with an expectant face. In my desperation to answer, I blurted out, "It has no utility...Sir!” He looked horrified at my answer. He stared at me with the intense concentration, which I had only once found in the eyes of my Biology teacher, when she was studying the model of a dinosaur which we had found while on a visit to Science City. Then slowly and steadily, he moved on, his face still that of a person who had just survived a storm.
That year, I still won a prize. Better, we won a prize. It was for the Harappa-Mohenjo-Daro model that we created.
It's another story that we hardly had any contenders up there.

Extra Ordinary Story of an Ordinary IT Guy

The clock said as 5:59 am, and here i was wide awake and smiling. Confused ?? Me too. While on the usual weekdays, I hate opening my eyes even after the clock alarm goes on announcing it as 6:00 am, today's a whole lot different. I can feel something is different today.I can smell victory in this chilled morning air of Bangalore. These two days - Saturday and Sunday, I win comprehensively. Still more confused ?? Bear for a while more.....will explain. But for the moment there's some unfinished task in hand.
There !!! I can hear it !!! The sound increasing with every passing moment. I think of laughing out load, and doing a jig, but spare a thought for my roommate who is still sleeping and refrain from doing so. Poor chap !!! He does not even know, that history is being re-written with every passing moment ! Well, moving away from such trivial issues, I concentrate on the job in hand. I move slowly, waiting for the right moment to strike. There it is, in my full view, oblivious of the fact, that fate has different plans for it today. With its wailing at it's peak, i pounce on to it, as a hungry tiger pounces on its prey. With one swift stoke i press on the 'Stop Alarm' button. Done. The hunter is hunted today.
Mental asylum ?? If you are thinking that, you are dead wrong. Welcome to the extra-ordinary morning of an ordinary IT guy. For full five days, my alarm decides when i should wake up. It dictates me, and invades my freedom. I full five days, i keep mum about all the unfair treatment meted out to me, just waiting for my chance. I believe in my heart, that after every pitch black night, there comes a bright morning. And it comes, and how !! Today, i am the king. I savour the sweet aroma of victory, which happens to be in the air, for a while. I decide the timings today, not the mean, heartless, dominating machine, which takes away a bit of independence from my life, everyday. I settle my whole week's scores in the two days that I get. Having settled my scores back, I feel a little tired. All my energy which i had kept for this specific moment seems spent. I pull the sheet and go off for yet another round of sleep. This time knowing fully well, that it would be more fulfilling.