Does Low-cut-Jeans sound interesting &;#063;

To the Binary digits this will end up being,

Just as I turned to descend from the highest floor in the e-department
of MSRIT, I found myself a couple of steps behind a rather shapely
creature of the female kind. As the flight of stairs in these high
regions of Ramaiah College are rather steep, and for no other reason
did my mind invent the feeling of vertigo and made me want to trip down
a couple of steps. But unluckily I managed to hold my balance.
The shapely creature did not notice this and by now had reached the
bottom of this flight of steps. It was early afternoon, during one of
the rather erratic, deserted and lengthy lunch breaks, not very
uncommon in our illustrious e-department. This left us with the empty
descending flight of stairs all for ourselves. The shapely creature was
a typical kind found in the vast ruins of Ramaiah land, and
characteristically trudged down the steps in a rather slow, ambling
descent. The voluptuous anatomical references swaying in a forced
motion, provided me ample time to come back to being just a couple of
steps above her.
Now descending down to lower altitudes, my eyes shifted to lower
altitudes too. Even by Ramaiah standards, the jeans covering the
swaying anatomical reference was alarming. Especially because just the
previous day I had seen the advertisement of this particular kind of
new "low cut jeans" unleashed on the market. For the uninitialized, I
recommend reading of the supplement of the Times of India, which
generally carry these ads regularly.
Unluckily I again managed to control my invented sense of vertigo as we
reached the third flight of steps. The shapely creature took notice for
the first time of my presence but continued trudging along. Not that
what was in front of me was quite as raunchy as the ad, but it got me
thinking. Thinking whether shapely creature wanted to emulate the other
shapely creatures in the ad.
I wondered whether shapely creature fancied herself to be a Neha Dhupia
or a Vidisha Pavate (both models very visible in the ad). Just about
then my train of thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of
two male characters, as different as the sun and the moon, on another
flight of steps opposite to us. As people who daily visit the vast
ruins of Ramaiah land will know, flights of stairs are everywhere
leading them into vast catacombs and caves with statues of garland
holding female gargoyles.
One of them was another typicality of MSRIT. The largely built,
carrying "copies" in there hands and with the cult unshaven look
emulating none other than the now not-so-famous Hrithik Roshan. The
other was just as unique. Weak, wearing round glasses and carrying a
large school bag, which sagged from the weight of the heavy library
book inside. The former took immediate notice of the shapely creature
who was now running her hands through her loose hair, but the latter
quickened his pace down the steps pretending to not even notice the
subject of this melodrama.The former now was in between the shapely
creature and me as we descended the final flight of steps
together.
As I reached ground zero, our path was cut across by a bevy of female
lecturers moving in the direction of the distant oasis called canteen
to probably get some idly sambhar and coffee. Their male counterparts
where nowhere around and I guessed they were in one of the caves as
usual engulfed in heavy nicotine smoke. One of them heading to the
oasis did notice me and from her eyes I could see that she was cursing
my very existence.
By now the constraints of the steps no longer curtailing our movement,
our little train had spread. Hrithik Roshan headed towards the
catacombs of Ramaiah hostel and Neha Dhupia towards the e-department
notice board. I predictably moved in the same direction, but even
before I could get back to closer proximity she swayed away towards
another shorter, giggly, not-so-shapely creature. As for me, sensing
danger continued towards the notice board looking keen to see what
archaic message was put up.
Thus ends this lunch break melodrama which left me thinking about the
weather, the war in Iraq, my new problem of vertigo and my dismal
performance in my exams.
Encoded By
Anand Rao.