Doh!

One week in a dingy room, which I have to share with two others. I already hate it.

I keep looking at the calender for those red letter dates marking Holidays.

One week in new a hostel room has been eventful. The most hardest part being perpetually hungry, because you are served dinner at 7 and by the time its 10 Pm you see half hungry souls digging out packets of chips and crisps. And you join them for the loot.
Then the usual stuff, nasty roomies, people who have superb overhearing ability, bitching, stupid discussions, commenting on guys and generally talking pure bullshit.

It feels disgusting to be surrounded by dimwits. They give you such honestly nonsensical advice on every problem you have or you might have to face in the coming days and months. They are adept at matchmaking that they keep spreading nonsensical ideas and rumors which keeps coming back for more updates. I do not believe in speed dating or the like.

What I hate most is people I hardly recognize or just people I don't know; sifting through my bag and its contents looking for clues and other small details. They are such dumb people that they forgot to replace some of the contents in a hurry to cover up their act.

To top it all is the total absence of very uncommon common sense and manners. Why on earth would you want to read through my notes and scribbling pad notes or even those sms's? And some other rather lovelorn people sitting on the stairs with no light on while talking on the phone, one gets to see only a silhouette in total darkness and very low but audible sounds. It managed to scare me once while trotting back from a friend's room across the C shaped corridor, making me squeak.

The food is manageable, but the process of getting it is bad. You wait like jail inmates with your plate while they serve or rather throw the food into your plate, it depends on your athletic ability and kinetic senses to position your plates at the correct place at the correct time. While making sure not to drop other contents. I never knew that you could apportion a small sardine into 8 pieces ensuring that nobody knew what fish was it until you tasted it.

I know Iam cribbing, but I just cant help it but hate, or rather dislike it.

They hardly know me for the last 2 weeks which does'nt automatically authorize them to sift through my bag, my books and other belongings "just for fun".

I need to educate them about things like personal space and basic privacy at least while I am talking.......... on the phone to my parents (who else) ?? :|

While the hardest part is being asked umpteen number of times, the same question "What are you doing ?" while you are trying to concentrate to read something after the last intruder had just left after her round of questions and uninvited gyan.

Ahh I love being left alone to read and write and listen to my fav music on my part of the room . I do not enjoy chorus singing while somebody else in the room is trying hard to read or write. I pay for space of room allow me to use it.

Memories.

Memory described scientifically is an organism's ability to store, retain, and subsequently retrieve information. It could be the memory of an event, activity, a particular situation or even a whole period of time.

My memories have a close relation with the songs that were popular of the time when my memories were encoded. For a better part of childhood it was Brown girl in the ring and the like of osibisa, courtesy; my dad's collection of cassettes.

Primary school it was one Ek do teen sond from a Madhuri Dixit movie, then some other from other languages, which were introduced to me by way of group dance performances. Being a member of the Dance group was a such great thing to do, practicing during class hours, forcing my mom to write notes for me. Mom was forced to stitch similar costumes for me and my friends, the matching accessories, including hunting for feathers to look like an tribal. Which included rubber LPG stove gas pipes being used as necklaces and bangles.


All this ensured that my mom was hassled enough to announce that I shouldnt be participating in any of these silly things when exams were near, that effectively meant the end of my co-curricular activities. Exceptions were when I would have to stand in for some other person at the last moment, sending my mom into a tizzy again searching for the costumes and trying to alter it.

Secondary school was uneventful other than some dance programs where I decided not to participate. But I was supposed to click photos for one of the participant, where I managed to click all the photos except that of the owner of the cam.

College was uneventful. College fests meant time for library hours, taking offs and general lazing around. I never attended those cultural fest organized during the second week of December in Delhi, the cold winter weather was one reason, the other being the urgency to reach home for the Christmas vacations, where 6 valuable days were lost traveling.

Now when I am helping my cousin to stitch up her dance dress all these memories come rushing back. The dress has to look exactly the same as the others just that the crown and other accessories look a little different. She happens to be the Queen !

You are great!

Dear MNC cousin,
I am very happy to know that you have successfully completed 5 years of loyal service, at your very great MNC which has offices across the world; with cubicles as big as a football court in your words. Where people are smart and very tech savvy as you are, who work so hard that they forget they have been working too long and too hard, which meant banishing regular conversation skills to be replaced with lavish usage of technical lingo which sound French to your parents.

I am so happy to know that the management decided against giving you a better cubicle because of your very "decent behavior". Which is currently strategically placed between a row of newly hired bimbos, which gives you the advantage of bragging and cracking silly jokes without moving from your "revolving chair", which can even be used to recline. The same one that has been supporting you for the past 5 years.

I am surprised to know that you couldn't finish riding some of those rides on Disneyland the last time you went there, because too much of those ogling from above made you throw up the idly and sambhar which you had packed from home, special mom made ones which were perfectly round and soft.

I am delighted to know that a complete wall of your apartment of 10x10 wall is filled with mementos from Office which proclaim that you are an awesome employee who never misses the free booze parties and free for all lunches/dinners.

I understand you have worked too hard for the Organization which has decided to honour you with the exceptional last man standing memento last March and also deciding to name a new wing of the Company's car sheds after you.

I am pleased to know that you have changed your "set" (mobile) almost 16 times every time making sure that you got the latest model and at festive offers. I know you took great pains to obtain that Special ring tone for you new set. Yes the new Partner(The movie) one too.

I am pleased to know that you are dropped at your apartment every night in a nice cab which runs on the profits you have been earning for your company. I also know that the cabbie ensures that you always get to listen the radio station of your choice. After all you are a person with maximum experience of having worked with the company's length and breadth.

I hope you understand the dangers of taking your cell while attending nature's call and in remote areas when you are visiting your hometown which happens to be in a remote village in a not so big city where connectivity is an issue, which forces you to scream "shit" every now and then.

Iam so sad to know that you are being forced to stay back because your interaction with foreign clients was so great that the Organization decided against pursuing any business interest in the near future in neighboring areas.

I wish you had bothered to remove the price tag from the fake Gucci watch you have presented to my dad. i think you assumed that we would never turn over and read the "Made as USA" written on the back of the watch. Thank you for the card board box in which you presented it, serves well as as paperweight.

I am so thankful to you for the perfect entertainment you provide when all our cousins meet up, narrating your day to day activities and heroics and near filmy situations with your immediate boss.

Good luck. Hope you stick around.

Hope the company is not plotting to ship you one fine Monday morning to Uganda, where they plan to start a new office and you have been appointed the BOSS!

Regards,
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