Before I start my usual cacophony, a sneak peak for “the never been in a hostel” people. Hostels especially of government colleges are a fickle structure. Their infrastructure is not the kind of thing a sane person will depend upon. But sanity is an insult we engineering people are seldom accused of. So, I was saying our hostels are one of the most dangerous place where you will find people enjoying their stay. But the catch is “WATCH YOUR STEPS VERY CAREFULLY” cause if you apply a little extra force on the door handle it will reciprocate your affection, it will severe itself and hope for an eternal longing(simply speaking it breaks. Those who understood, GRIN) and god forbid if you become a little more adamant, then right away your life becomes an “ open door affair”. The electricity comes with its own whims and fancies, randomly choosing in which rooms to shine the brightest and in which rooms to inflict its apathy.
And now coming to the central theme of it all “The taps”; they are more unpredictable than the sensex. And as most will advise you about the sensex here in too, “ONLY THE BRAVE SURVIVES”.
The story begins with the morning rush hour. Since few people have this bad habit of taking a bath daily (even 2 years here couldn’t change them!!!!) you enter one of those Victorian structure hoping that god don’t punish you today for your sins. (hint for dimwits: you hope water keeps running). But alas the weight of your sins is a little past due limit and as luck would have it you are stranded with half a bucket of water.
Now comes the decision part, crucial decisions have to be taken in a jiffy, to play with scant resources or back off, letting the good old deodorant do the masking trick. You decide to play. Now it all boils down to your efficiency. And the manager in you takes over. A rough estimation of available resources, a parsimonious (CL to be thanked here) allocation of resources here and a perfect execution there. All this ensures that it ends as one of your most satisfying one ever. And what is even more satisfying is the fact is that you still have some of it left to splurge. Now if I can be so efficient in all my endeavors. SIGH!!!!!
MORAL OF THE STORY: No matter how little is the stuff in your basket, you still can have your way and even save some for the rainy day. And these are some of the things people fail to grasp even after a lifetime. But lucky me, that I got such a wonderful teacher. ))
P.S.- the ultimate irony of the story, the moment you step out, all brimming with that elusive sense of satisfaction, the smug smile, feeling pity for the next person waiting you realize that the taps are singing a different tune now. Going over their water disposal limit to cause a temporary flood there. As in mocking you.
Aahhh THE IRONY!!!!!!!!!!!
*based on a true story
And now coming to the central theme of it all “The taps”; they are more unpredictable than the sensex. And as most will advise you about the sensex here in too, “ONLY THE BRAVE SURVIVES”.
The story begins with the morning rush hour. Since few people have this bad habit of taking a bath daily (even 2 years here couldn’t change them!!!!) you enter one of those Victorian structure hoping that god don’t punish you today for your sins. (hint for dimwits: you hope water keeps running). But alas the weight of your sins is a little past due limit and as luck would have it you are stranded with half a bucket of water.
Now comes the decision part, crucial decisions have to be taken in a jiffy, to play with scant resources or back off, letting the good old deodorant do the masking trick. You decide to play. Now it all boils down to your efficiency. And the manager in you takes over. A rough estimation of available resources, a parsimonious (CL to be thanked here) allocation of resources here and a perfect execution there. All this ensures that it ends as one of your most satisfying one ever. And what is even more satisfying is the fact is that you still have some of it left to splurge. Now if I can be so efficient in all my endeavors. SIGH!!!!!
MORAL OF THE STORY: No matter how little is the stuff in your basket, you still can have your way and even save some for the rainy day. And these are some of the things people fail to grasp even after a lifetime. But lucky me, that I got such a wonderful teacher. ))
P.S.- the ultimate irony of the story, the moment you step out, all brimming with that elusive sense of satisfaction, the smug smile, feeling pity for the next person waiting you realize that the taps are singing a different tune now. Going over their water disposal limit to cause a temporary flood there. As in mocking you.
Aahhh THE IRONY!!!!!!!!!!!
*based on a true story
5 comments:
as usual gr8!!!seems as though u hav developed good manegerial skills [:D]... such situations r rare in our hostel but i hav a personal xperience of havin jus half a bucket of water..[;)]
Nice one dear!
Loved the last part.
Hillarious...indeed a tappy affair!
But inspite of the high class infrastructure...we are surely gonna miss the hostel life...not to mention the managerial skills it imparts...the IIM's can take a lesson or two!!!
tappy it is..fr sure..chalo lemme give u n example..dere's a term..'night time strolls' ..u wud normally associate it wid roaming round da coll..but its actual meaning lies deeper..it refers to da 'chachoondars & chuhas ' joggin in n out of rooms at will wid an ease dat wud make the best in da business envious !lol..well dese pre-historic structures have taught us the best lesson in life-which i m sure u already knew- either adjust to da best of crap otherwise get da shit out of here !!!
guys guys ..this boy tushar has got an uncanny ability to thrive
in the most adverse of conditions..hail to him!! n survivin in our hstl
which is as gud a place as any is no big deals for him..but i wud still say
that its not too late to keep ur options open for the future..;-)
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