Sunday, August 05, 2007

Life in a Girl's Hostel (II)

I am thankful to my hostel life because it teaches me a lot of things I won’t be able to learn otherwise. Nothing else can give me practical on creating, handling and terminating problems. The moments spent in hostel are irreplaceable and unforgettable and today I talk about the five reasons as to ‘why I would miss my hostel life when I am no more a hosteller’.

Colouring Sprees

It’s a Sunday- a lucky one, when we don’t have too many assignments to finish. My roommates are turning in their beds, restless because they are not feeling sleepy but they don’t have anything else to do. I take out my colourbox (yes, I take my colourbox wherever I go because I love colouring), draw on a paper a big round sun with a pair of blue eyes, a little yellow nose and a smile. My roommate wonders what I am upto and looks at me rubbing the crayon vigorously over the paper. She sits up, takes out another paper and draws a big one-fourth moon with a pointed nose facing sideways. The third roommate starts cutting out stars out of a paper and colouring them red, green, yellow and all other colours she could find in my colourbox. In an hour or so, we have the whole celestial family and then we stuck them one by one on the walls of our room. And after that, all those who came to our room were left amazed at how beautiful our room looked!

Hunger strokes

We have to complete two Engineering Graphics & Drawing sheets and its twenty minutes past twelve. Staying up late completing EG&D sheets always makes us feel hungry. But we finished the last packet of biscuits this evening. Now what? Its time to decide who two will go to ask for something to eat from some hostellers who might be awake till this late. Such situations are embarrassing, but we’ll do anything to pacify our hunger and besides, it is fun making up a cute, pleading face worth pitying, standing at the door of some room with lights still on and saying “Please help us hungry kids”. I’ll never forget this because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do this anywhere else except my hostel, sweet hostel!

Notes? Anytime!

Everybody is running up and down the corridors at two in the night. Event? Exams! Hostellers don’t need to make individual notes. ”You have the notes? Cool! Don’t lose them and after you are through with them, give me a missed call. I come over to take them.”

Please, give me a hug!

There is no particular time to cry. There is no particular time to let a friend help you get calm. But there are not too many places where your close friend is at a missed call’s distance. Whenever I am upset and need a friend to console me, I give her a missed call and if she returns it back, I know she’s awake and free and I can go over to her room and ask her for a warm hug, else, try another friend!

Can I have your pink dress?

Exchanging clothes might look like a nuisance sometimes, but it sure is fun. Besides, if you have the best of wardrobes in the hostel, you’ll know who goes where, when and with whom because they’ll come over to you, blush a little and say “I am going for a date today. Can I have your pink dress please?”

A very Happy Friendships Day to all the hostellers and to you!

Saturday, July 28, 2007

I Wish...

I love to wake up early and watch the sun rising over the distant horizon. When I walk bare feet over the morning’s green grass, I feel its wetness slowly seeping into me. I adore the lovely rose, with crystal dewdrops over its scarlet petals till a voice calls out my name. I wonder if mumma used to sing when she was young. Her voice is so melodious, especially when she calls out my name. Maybe this is probably why she has named me so. Or did dad give me my name? I don’t care till I get to see them smile at me every morning. But the day they are mad at me, I call up my best friend. Life without him seems so difficult. His words, always full of consolation, never fail to soothe me. But will I get to hear his words forever? I wish I could. But he is not my only friend. I have other friends too for whom I pack my bag for college daily. They smile at me, talk to me, entertain me, fight with me, hug me, criticize me, praise me, encourage me and though they don’t say it often, I know they love me. Will I be able to see these smiling faces forever? I wish I could. Sometimes, strangers tell me the bus numbers, show me the proper ways and a few of them smile at me. It is then that I realize that the world is beautiful. But will this beauty be for me, forever? I let the sunset sun awe me with its redness. I see the night crawling into the sky, making it shift from a violet to a dark grey and then to the deepest of darkness. And as the stars take their places slowly and mysteriously, I realize that the words, the voices, the smiles and the beauty will remain. It is I who will not be there for them forever. After all, it is not for others that I was born. I wasn’t born to adore flowers- no, not the least to smile crazily at people. I wasn’t born to keep within me a thousand secrets just to make sure the voices keep sounding melodious and the faces keep looking pretty. A thousand questions toggle my mind now and then and fade away unanswered. I wasn’t born to let questions leave disappointed.

I am tired of wishing for things. I am tired of thinking that flowers bloom for me and the birds sing for me. The sunsets now ooze out of my veins, giving birth to the reddest of roses over my wrist while the warmth of relations evaporates leaving me shivering. And for the last time I wish for something. I wish that my soul be liberated.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Life in a Girl's Hostel

Girl’s hostel has often been a subject of curiosity for many, especially the boys. But there are certain facts about life in a girl’s hostel that are hidden from those living in the hassle-free atmosphere of their homes.

Today, I would tell you about five things you must pray that don’t happen to you if you are in a girl’s hostel.

1. Your room partner likes to dress up
If she loves to wear a variety of clothes, she’ll show you how close the two of you can be and how you two can share things without getting annoyed and then she’ll browse through your cupboard to find for herself your favourite dress to wear it to college.

2. Your dress looks better on her than it looks on you
She wears that green top too often because she got loads of compliments from people at college (including your boyfriend) and now when you wear it to college, people say ‘so, you wearing your room-mate’s top today, eh?’

3. Your room partner who likes to dress up is oversized
She wears your clothes, your stretchable pair of jeans, your expensive tight fitting top, your oh-so-glamorous pleated skirt and everything else she thinks will look sexy on her and when you put on your clothes, you don’t feel good in them because your tight fitting top isn’t tight fitting anymore and your skirt isn’t just staying there at the right place. Damn!

4. Another hosteller’s brother likes you
This is one of the worst things that can happen to you in hostel because then she’ll try to find out what you like and what you don’t and her brother will send you all that you like and if you still don’t show any interest in him, you’ll be getting all sorts of calls from all sorts of boys who actually are different names of one guy- your fellow hosteller’s brother. Maddening!

5. Your roommate is a kleptomaniac
This could be a huge problem because when you search for the expensive fragrance that you had bought in advance for your roommate’s birth day, you find it’s gone. And then you feel so stupid because all this time when you thought your roommate was wearing that fragrance, you thought you were just imagining things. Hell!

I will come up with more facts about girl’s hostel soon to give you a peek into the dark dark world of babes and bitches.

Monday, March 05, 2007

I regret not giving time to updating my blog and going through other blogs.To make up for this here's another poem form my collection.

Part I-The Rosy Night

Tonight when I can’t sleep
I stand beneath the rosy sky
My heart beats to the tune of the clocks
Amidst the fragrant winds,
I am ready to fly

Silence makes the sweetest song
When love overpowers me
This place of peace, this heaven of joy
Is where I forever want to be

The sky, the stars and the moon
Get brilliant as the night warms
And this night, when I am with my love,
Go away slumber, don’t take me in my arms

Part II-The Noisy Night

Tonight when I can’t sleep
I stand beneath the darkest sky
The sky roars, the crickets scream
The noise of the night makes me cry

Silence makes the deadliest noise
When sorrow overpowers me
This night of tears, this time of grief
Is what I never wished to see

The sky, the stars and the moon
Have now lost all their charms
And this night, when my love is gone,
Come slumber, take me, forever, in your arms