Sunday Fundae!!

Here is how every sunday is typically spent in my college by me and most of the other not-anymore-sophomores!!

Sunday morning and I got up at ten..
Neither the hostel chaos or the mess bell squealing could wake me up...
Had been dreaming of KFC chicken and all kinds ofexotic booze.
Finally in a jolt I sprang up and found myslf staring at the lizard on the wall.
Breakfast mess was closed and I was one famished goose....

I climbed down the bed and dragged my wretched body to the bathroom
Broken washbasins,soiled toilets and stench in the air greeted me.
Turned the tap and there was no water.
SO I went down to kutty/chinna canteen swearing at those men sprawling on revolving chairs in academic block.

Patties and puffs hadn't arrived yet from the town bakery, instead was shown a stock of sundry expired biscuits and cakes.
I sat down on the porch struggling with a prehistoric packet of britannia tiger.
Munching on the damp biscuits I continued my slumber,dreaming of gobhi paranthas topped with melting butter!

Came up to the room, hadn't brushed yet.
Rubbed my eyes and got the neighbour room's newspaper.
Read about a scam hit company and a 13 year old british kid becoming a father.
Proceeded to life and read about relationships and "how to have multiple orgasms"
Bored as ever, i folded back the paper,
I was hungry and I was in no mood of a mess lunch of concreted chappatis and shahi rubber.

My roommate finally got up from her deep slumber, she slept at four the previous night.
It was not that she was studying for mass transfer's minor test which was due on the next monday,
She had been on her cell phone, the lovers' delight.!
She went to the bathroom too came back minutes later, almost crying "shaon..there is no water!"
I suggested her to buy a bottle of bisleri from the canteen downstairs
She said no, i am left with only a few "chillars".
I asked her if we could go to marwadi bhojanalay but she was too lazy.
I teased her, describing her the contents of the unlimited thali.
She gave a weak smile an asked about cash.
Its month end and she had only thirteen rupees remaining in the bank.
I was the saviour and proudly did proclaim
"I still have hundred and eleven bucks in there!!!"

So we slipped into our jeans,
not yet brushed but we did put kohl and sunblock cream.

Out of hostel We walked towards the main gate.
It was noon and the sun burnt over our heads.

The auto stopped,
"Chowrasta".."saath rupee hona" "paanch" "chhe mein chalo"
So the expert bargainer that I was sat with her roommate.
The auto crawled,moving through the dead town I so much hate.

Reached the destination,had a great meal
Roti, sabji, daal and kadi!!
At home would'nt have touched that food and would have kicked it aside.
Mrs Shashwati Nath I know would be grinning way back at Jaipur..

Came back to hostel, was sleepy after a meal of 11 chappatis and rice.
Watched a few youtube videos, checked my mail and went back to sleep.
Got up at six in the evening, every one had died,a naxal attack was the first thought I had!!
But very soon I discovered that people had been writing assignments for the next week's classes.

So I too was reminded of the next day lab of chemical technology,
where you have burettes but no iron stands.
where Hcl shines through jars meant for distilled water and the intoxicating smell of ammonia engulfs you the moment you step in the archaic room.
So I found a pen under my bed and borrowed from next room some folder papers.
Got one finished assignment from my sincere lab partner.
I scribbled down the folder of 5 pages in ten minutes,
Ah!The fruits of the strict training I received long back under supervision of esteemed seniors.

It was eight and again, me and my friends were all hungry,
28th of month and none had a penny.
So we checked out the mess and found out the perfect puke-inducers.."pappu" and "rasam".
Clutching our noses we came back to the room.
We searched the floor for someone with something to eat.
A kind girl gave us a packet of top ramen.
The electric kettle came finally to some use.
There was more water than noodles in the final soup.
Four of us sat and slurped avidly from one plate.

It was ten and I had to kill time.
I logged on to facebook and orkut and all possible sites.
I commented on everyone's status updates, and took stupid quizzes saying "Which brand condom are you?"
Then comes the golden music, reliance tune played on my little clumsy cdma phone,
Picked it up not to keep it down for the next three hours.
We talked, we fought and discussed our days.
He talked about sulking managers and I talked about the classmate I discovered to be gay.
At 12:30 I finally said goodnight,
sweet words of love and affection and all kinds of mushy delights
I brushed my teeth for the first time in the day, came back and got under the sheets!.
Thus culminated the Sunday, only to be followed by another harrowing week of classes and labs and surprise minors and nerds to compete!!!!

Here I begin my charcha

What is the greatest trait of a gemini?

They DO NOT stick to one thing. They need to move ahead and then they forget everything they have done before, like one does to the subjects of one semester after moving on the next semester in engineering colleges.
So here I start yet again another blog, I pledge once again to be posting regularly this time around. I am not sure, how long am I going to stick to my "chai charcha" but I am going to try doing charcha about everything under the sun, meanwhile you can have a cup of tea.
You are most welcome to come to my hostel mess and have tea here, the consequences will be such that for the rest of your life, there will be only coffee charcha for you or may be horlicks charcha, whichever drink the reader prefers after giving up tea, which will be a very conscious decision post a tea-session in NIT Warangal priyadarshini hostel mess.
Have fun reading.
I shall start posting very soon.

A song dedicated to this blog
"I am sticking with you"---Velvet Underground