To come back to college after a long spell of relaxation and Good food(read:holidays)is seriously an herculean task.To suddenly leave the cosy and luxurious confines of home..OMG... who am i kidding. Seriously a task in itself!
The first days of hostel are generally pure torture. Dusting age old dust, transferring stuff, cleaning up the silver-fish plus spider infested cupboards...seriously dread this day throughout the holidays.But once everything is in place life begins again, just the next day it is like I've been here all my life! Home forgotten(but thanks to our dear mess,not always forgotten)and life is back to normal.
But till now as in all these 4 semesters of mine I've seriously found the first few weeks seriously boring, with absolutely no work and sudden over dose of free time;), we always end up wondering what to do! But all semesters i tell you we somehow manage to find some pastime however dumb but some time-pass at least!
First sem i remember, as all of us were new the first few weeks flew away in getting to know other people chatting and about our life histories day-in and day-out!This was the time when friends were made, gossip begun and college life had started(oops... hostel i mean).
Second and third semester beginnings went off in our mad craze for UNO cards. Screaming uno at the top of our voices, laughing our head off for some people's charm of getting the maximum draw two's or draw four's ant then cribbing when the tables turn and we end with the maximum or losing out to a collector of cards..;) we had gone to an extent of even thinking of starting an uno club but as usual once the first few weeks get over, everyone gets busy in their busy schedule and the uno cards are left behind, long forgotten to gather dust.
Fourth sem, i could say we did have the most worthwhile of pastimes! We had got the craze of solving Hindu crosswords which was a way too tough in the start, but due to no other choice we just kept solving more and more day by day, till it reached kind of an addiction status, ad as all our old pastimes have ended even this ended with the same status. But this seriously made us realize how poor our vocabulary was and gave us an ideal opportunity to learn more!!Free time is something we always have but utilizing them is an art which i we'll never learn;) so lets stop cribbing and start enjoy the scores of free time!!
Showing posts with label hostel life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hostel life. Show all posts
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Sick@hostel :(
Hostel life… Ahh… seriously one of the best moments in one’s life… days filled with pure joy with literally having nothing worthwhile to do ever (unless u think chatting and playing cards as some valuable piece of work. ;)) Days in the hostel are the times when all enjoy day-in-and-day-out. Hostel days can never be replaced by anything ever; it’s literally a once in a lifetime experience!
But this clover transforms itself into hell in a snap when you fall ill. Trust me life becomes sheer distress when you are ill and upon that stuck in hostel. Here people keep taking all precautionary measures even at the slightest symptom of an illness.
Last week I was able to experience the same. Had fallen ill, nothing big just a fever, but still one in hostel could be terribly difficult. Came back from class, took up a crocin and slept like the whole day missing lunch, snacks and all. No mom screaming at your back to have food properly. Guess this is personal, doing anything on your own during these times could be tricky. When the news spreads around one by one everyone drops in to give you Get-well-soon wishes (the only good part ;)) and pieces of their own self-diagnosis and old illness stories. The worst part is to give roll call during these days. Standing in those endless lines with girls moving in all directions, and correctly that day the warden decides to have a chat with all those in ahead, it starts getting suffocating, but still there is a roll-call to give. Feeling of nausea surmounts you overcoming all you thank god when this whole ritual end. I end up going back to my room take up another crocin and there I’m fast asleep again.
I wake up next day morning with the whole body aching and feeling very feverish. I know it’s high time I go to the most dreaded and hardly visited place of the college the Hospital! Just called so but totally bereft of any proper doctors or equipments. Once in there I know it was a grave mistake. I get in, she (the doctor) asks me my ailment, I say-fever, she’s like fine, and just asks me a few more questions, and starts scribbling on to a sheet as she’ll be tortured to death if she doesn’t send a patient out in record time. The basic diagnosis for fever, i.e. checking out my temperature wasn’t done. God!! Where did I come? Taking those tablets from the dusty pharmacy I make my way back, hoping for a quick recovery.
But that’s one of the last things that happen. Took up the tablets and went off to sleep again. Correctly that was a day when almost everyone had full day class. The hostel was kind of totally empty. Around afternoon I realize that I can sleep no longer (shocking!!) but then the moments after that was pure hell, it was like watching grass grow, had literally nothing to do, just kept staring up at the roof.
Man, was happy when college timings ended and then there were people flooding back into their rooms. At last humanity around!!
Now cured and hale and hearty, back to enjoying hostel life… Ahh. Bliss.;)
The day was pure hell, never ever do I want to fall ill in college again and go to that filthy place again. Signing off praying for good health ahead for everyone!
But this clover transforms itself into hell in a snap when you fall ill. Trust me life becomes sheer distress when you are ill and upon that stuck in hostel. Here people keep taking all precautionary measures even at the slightest symptom of an illness.
Last week I was able to experience the same. Had fallen ill, nothing big just a fever, but still one in hostel could be terribly difficult. Came back from class, took up a crocin and slept like the whole day missing lunch, snacks and all. No mom screaming at your back to have food properly. Guess this is personal, doing anything on your own during these times could be tricky. When the news spreads around one by one everyone drops in to give you Get-well-soon wishes (the only good part ;)) and pieces of their own self-diagnosis and old illness stories. The worst part is to give roll call during these days. Standing in those endless lines with girls moving in all directions, and correctly that day the warden decides to have a chat with all those in ahead, it starts getting suffocating, but still there is a roll-call to give. Feeling of nausea surmounts you overcoming all you thank god when this whole ritual end. I end up going back to my room take up another crocin and there I’m fast asleep again.
I wake up next day morning with the whole body aching and feeling very feverish. I know it’s high time I go to the most dreaded and hardly visited place of the college the Hospital! Just called so but totally bereft of any proper doctors or equipments. Once in there I know it was a grave mistake. I get in, she (the doctor) asks me my ailment, I say-fever, she’s like fine, and just asks me a few more questions, and starts scribbling on to a sheet as she’ll be tortured to death if she doesn’t send a patient out in record time. The basic diagnosis for fever, i.e. checking out my temperature wasn’t done. God!! Where did I come? Taking those tablets from the dusty pharmacy I make my way back, hoping for a quick recovery.
But that’s one of the last things that happen. Took up the tablets and went off to sleep again. Correctly that was a day when almost everyone had full day class. The hostel was kind of totally empty. Around afternoon I realize that I can sleep no longer (shocking!!) but then the moments after that was pure hell, it was like watching grass grow, had literally nothing to do, just kept staring up at the roof.
Man, was happy when college timings ended and then there were people flooding back into their rooms. At last humanity around!!
Now cured and hale and hearty, back to enjoying hostel life… Ahh. Bliss.;)
The day was pure hell, never ever do I want to fall ill in college again and go to that filthy place again. Signing off praying for good health ahead for everyone!
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