Days of our Lives

05:45am.The alarm goes off…Too lazy to get up. 6:00 am. There is chit chat in the corridor and the tea arrives. After seeing off those who go for the morning jog (which is on a forever procrastinated mode) and games, I go to the first floor cooler to get some warm water. The view from there is spectacular. The tree that blossoms like a burst of happiness to the backdrop of the mountains. I remember one of the first things that I started liking was the Mountain View in the morning.

08:40am.Yes I slept off after having tea and now I am rushing to get to class. A painful decision to skip the breakfast! After catching a ‘disposable tea’ from canteen, we climb the stairs and reach CR3 ‘Just in time’ at the last hum of the hymn.

1:30pm.Post class, tests, assignments and lunch, I stop by at the paper stand on the ground floor seriously contemplating whether to read something or rush to the coziness of my bed for an afternoon siesta. Leave your window half open and it’s the kind of warmth just enough to let you fall in to blissful slumber.

05:00pm.There is shouting outside and arrive, the evening snacks and tea. This is when we discuss world affairs and M&As. Just kidding. We talk about the most trivial of things, yet so enjoyable.

You pickup strange habits at a hostel. I enjoy switching off the power from outside of C307 (Sharan, who is more of a day scholar). Of course when he is not inside and at times, when he is in ;).I have this compulsive urge to look at the ground and beyond , from the first floor balcony before hitting the bed.

08:00pm.The sumptuous dinner. It is just an excuse for the night canteen coffee and the walk around the lawn after that. Once back in room, the contemplation begins for ‘things to do’ for the day after. There will be 5 assignments and you end up doing one if not, will bring a grade cut or public humiliation!

11:30pm.While watching an episode of Friends which has been re run an infinite number of times, you hear people shouting and running. No it’s not a fire drill. It is a birthday. Boy, it’s fun. The cake that you won’t get to eat a bit, the cheer, the bashing up…

01:00pm.Having finally decided to slip in to sleep mode reading a book, someone starts a juke box with all those songs you love. When the volume is finally down, the hostel is so quiet that you can hear the crickets and the dispossessed creatures of Planet E!. When it’s almost 2 o clock, you shout a goodnight and someone from another floor shouts back and it is time to call it a day!