Hello!
A week had gone by in this new place and i can safely say that coming here wasn't so bad after all. In fact, i wish i had come here sooner. No one to kick me out of bed in the morning, no schedule to follow, no one to scold me if i did anything stupid and most importantly, study at your own leisure(read not at all). But on the whole it was fun, not counting the fact there were some people among us who balked at the very idea of bunking classes and staying back in the hostel.
Anyway, my day began at around 8 in the morning(breakfast started at 7:30), walking sleepily to the mess hall, grabbing some grub and then walking sleepily back to my room to catch up on my sleep. In between this walk to and fro from the mess hall and back, i would run into some people in their aprons, with a very busy air about them, rushing to go to the first class in the morning. As soon as they would see me, their expressions would change. It was as if there would be a pile of dung right under their noses. Hmph, i would think, "F*** you all, I make my own rules".
After i finally woke up at around 11 in the morning, and rubbed away the last vestiges of sleep from my eyes, it would be a mad rush to find someone who had a pack of smokes handy, deftly steal one and rush to the loo. After that episode was over, if somebody was still sleeping, we would all descend on that guy's door like a pack of vultures and literally shake him awake to a constant torrent of unmentionable "adjectives". In 9 out of 10 cases, we would all be expelled from his room for the remainder of the day, but it was worth it just to savor the moment.
Let me introduce you to my friends, the four people with whom i shared everything, beginning from a cigarette to toothpaste.
A1-Son of a doctor, from a city in the hills. Pretty friendly, but with a decidedly rich kid air about him. Everything about him was branded, from his glasses to the boxers he wore. Pretty much the staple rich kid in our eyes, he used a touchscreen phone when we were all stuck with normal ones and one of us was still using his decade old Nokia N72. But, first impressions apart, he was a solid guy, always there as and when any of us needed him. He wasn't physically intimidating,(to tell you the truth, he looked as if a gust of wind would blow him over) but he made up for his lack of physical strength by being as verbose as anyone.
A2-Son of a doctor too(yes i know its strange, but I'm not making any of this up), from the same city as A2. As they shared the same surname, we took them to be brothers, which they turned out to be later on, but "brothers from different mothers" would better describe them. Anyway, this was a guy who had come to experience hostel life. He had made a sweeping declaration to his parents before coming here(at least he claimed to have done so) that he would try each and everything new he encountered and then decide whether to stick to it or not. This broad spectrum covered everything, from nicotine to weed, to cocaine as well. He had a habit of doing pull-ups on the door sill of anyone's room he visited. goes without saying that he was a regular at the gym. Pretty friendly guy, was very down-to-earth and immature. I say "was" because its been 3 years now and people do change.
S-Son of a corporate executive from Kolkata. He was the perpetual joker of the group, always cracking jokes and taking the mickey out of anyone who dared cross him. He was a complete entertainment package, with his repertoire of crass, intellectual and even theological jokes(yes, its true, he did joke about god sometimes). He was a good friend, the eldest among us all and had superb management skills and a good sense of responsibility(that's why he was always the treasurer when we collected money for something). He always had a habit of saying something to diffuse the tension when things got too close for comfort(remember "sir, I'm already married"??).
J-Son of a doctor once again(Damn, it seems that no doctor wants his son to go through the the torture of MBBS) from Kolkata. One word for this guy, HANDSOME(though not a hunk). Very reserved, not very talkative but poke him too often and he will retort with something that will have us rolling around on the floor in fits of laughter. He had spent almost his whole life in hostels and was a kind of Guruji to us. When anyone needed him, he was always there for us and he was the one person we could always rely on for good advice whenever we were in a sticky situation.
This was our little band of brothers. We did most of our activities together, including skipping class and general tomfoolery. I can't say that we did "everything" together because that would lead to a lot of raised eyebrows(get my drift? if you can't, just ignore this part). Anyway, we called ourselves the Pandavas, because there were five of us, and we were as thick as thieves.
This is just the beginning, just wait and watch, i have a lot more stories and mishaps waiting to happen...
Stay tuned.
A week had gone by in this new place and i can safely say that coming here wasn't so bad after all. In fact, i wish i had come here sooner. No one to kick me out of bed in the morning, no schedule to follow, no one to scold me if i did anything stupid and most importantly, study at your own leisure(read not at all). But on the whole it was fun, not counting the fact there were some people among us who balked at the very idea of bunking classes and staying back in the hostel.
Anyway, my day began at around 8 in the morning(breakfast started at 7:30), walking sleepily to the mess hall, grabbing some grub and then walking sleepily back to my room to catch up on my sleep. In between this walk to and fro from the mess hall and back, i would run into some people in their aprons, with a very busy air about them, rushing to go to the first class in the morning. As soon as they would see me, their expressions would change. It was as if there would be a pile of dung right under their noses. Hmph, i would think, "F*** you all, I make my own rules".
After i finally woke up at around 11 in the morning, and rubbed away the last vestiges of sleep from my eyes, it would be a mad rush to find someone who had a pack of smokes handy, deftly steal one and rush to the loo. After that episode was over, if somebody was still sleeping, we would all descend on that guy's door like a pack of vultures and literally shake him awake to a constant torrent of unmentionable "adjectives". In 9 out of 10 cases, we would all be expelled from his room for the remainder of the day, but it was worth it just to savor the moment.
Let me introduce you to my friends, the four people with whom i shared everything, beginning from a cigarette to toothpaste.
A1-Son of a doctor, from a city in the hills. Pretty friendly, but with a decidedly rich kid air about him. Everything about him was branded, from his glasses to the boxers he wore. Pretty much the staple rich kid in our eyes, he used a touchscreen phone when we were all stuck with normal ones and one of us was still using his decade old Nokia N72. But, first impressions apart, he was a solid guy, always there as and when any of us needed him. He wasn't physically intimidating,(to tell you the truth, he looked as if a gust of wind would blow him over) but he made up for his lack of physical strength by being as verbose as anyone.
A2-Son of a doctor too(yes i know its strange, but I'm not making any of this up), from the same city as A2. As they shared the same surname, we took them to be brothers, which they turned out to be later on, but "brothers from different mothers" would better describe them. Anyway, this was a guy who had come to experience hostel life. He had made a sweeping declaration to his parents before coming here(at least he claimed to have done so) that he would try each and everything new he encountered and then decide whether to stick to it or not. This broad spectrum covered everything, from nicotine to weed, to cocaine as well. He had a habit of doing pull-ups on the door sill of anyone's room he visited. goes without saying that he was a regular at the gym. Pretty friendly guy, was very down-to-earth and immature. I say "was" because its been 3 years now and people do change.
S-Son of a corporate executive from Kolkata. He was the perpetual joker of the group, always cracking jokes and taking the mickey out of anyone who dared cross him. He was a complete entertainment package, with his repertoire of crass, intellectual and even theological jokes(yes, its true, he did joke about god sometimes). He was a good friend, the eldest among us all and had superb management skills and a good sense of responsibility(that's why he was always the treasurer when we collected money for something). He always had a habit of saying something to diffuse the tension when things got too close for comfort(remember "sir, I'm already married"??).
J-Son of a doctor once again(Damn, it seems that no doctor wants his son to go through the the torture of MBBS) from Kolkata. One word for this guy, HANDSOME(though not a hunk). Very reserved, not very talkative but poke him too often and he will retort with something that will have us rolling around on the floor in fits of laughter. He had spent almost his whole life in hostels and was a kind of Guruji to us. When anyone needed him, he was always there for us and he was the one person we could always rely on for good advice whenever we were in a sticky situation.
This was our little band of brothers. We did most of our activities together, including skipping class and general tomfoolery. I can't say that we did "everything" together because that would lead to a lot of raised eyebrows(get my drift? if you can't, just ignore this part). Anyway, we called ourselves the Pandavas, because there were five of us, and we were as thick as thieves.
This is just the beginning, just wait and watch, i have a lot more stories and mishaps waiting to happen...
Stay tuned.
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