MAY I GET IN?
The estranged, the dirty, the havoc of our noisy mansion, that’s what the folk say about our room. But its finest moments i cherish in my hostel life. When I reply that I am one of the roomies, ‘they’ frown and ‘they’ sometimes look down upon me. Gathering those incidents and late night trifles we enjoyed, I have nothing more in store for ‘them’ than a an advice “go have a blast in room no 12 before you bid farewell to the hostel”
Smoky nights with mixed tunes of Akon and Rafi never lured us in to sleeps. When all others start snoring in to their sleeps, room no12 wakes up. There were distinguished guests who loved to have a sleep here. In fact it’s a known true that it’s a place where “smokers meet”. I have witnessed those puffs which they arithmetically shape and will shoot in different forms of circles and cubes.
The lover’s corner of the room is heavily emotional, names carved on the walls with their loved ones is the best cited examples. Everybody walk in and decorate the wall with names of self or others. Salman Khans and Aishwarya Rais stood mute on the walls. Even the censored images of actors on the wall acknowledge the inner sanctity of the roomies.
Nobody might have slept with an empty belly, I assure. The hacked carrots and tomatoes from the mess kitchen would have really satisfied their bellies. Late night patrolling in to the nook and corners helped learning a lot. We were the lovers of darkness; we were in search of that enlightenment, the reality behind those dark lives!!!
After noon we roomies curl ourselves to the beds and will sleep as dead. When there are no duties to be done, when there are no promises to keep, it’s better to sleep. ..
Fragile hearts they carry, they would sit in front of mobile YouTube and are often seen crying watching heart rending climaxes. How cathartic effective they are, but all these stories are never known to the outside world, never..
When living with these souls, it’s me learning a lot. Whenever anybody enquires behind the doors “may I come in”?, Room no12 has no answer other than “yes you are in”…….
The estranged, the dirty, the havoc of our noisy mansion, that’s what the folk say about our room. But its finest moments i cherish in my hostel life. When I reply that I am one of the roomies, ‘they’ frown and ‘they’ sometimes look down upon me. Gathering those incidents and late night trifles we enjoyed, I have nothing more in store for ‘them’ than a an advice “go have a blast in room no 12 before you bid farewell to the hostel”
Smoky nights with mixed tunes of Akon and Rafi never lured us in to sleeps. When all others start snoring in to their sleeps, room no12 wakes up. There were distinguished guests who loved to have a sleep here. In fact it’s a known true that it’s a place where “smokers meet”. I have witnessed those puffs which they arithmetically shape and will shoot in different forms of circles and cubes.
The lover’s corner of the room is heavily emotional, names carved on the walls with their loved ones is the best cited examples. Everybody walk in and decorate the wall with names of self or others. Salman Khans and Aishwarya Rais stood mute on the walls. Even the censored images of actors on the wall acknowledge the inner sanctity of the roomies.
Nobody might have slept with an empty belly, I assure. The hacked carrots and tomatoes from the mess kitchen would have really satisfied their bellies. Late night patrolling in to the nook and corners helped learning a lot. We were the lovers of darkness; we were in search of that enlightenment, the reality behind those dark lives!!!
After noon we roomies curl ourselves to the beds and will sleep as dead. When there are no duties to be done, when there are no promises to keep, it’s better to sleep. ..
Fragile hearts they carry, they would sit in front of mobile YouTube and are often seen crying watching heart rending climaxes. How cathartic effective they are, but all these stories are never known to the outside world, never..
When living with these souls, it’s me learning a lot. Whenever anybody enquires behind the doors “may I come in”?, Room no12 has no answer other than “yes you are in”…….
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