Quality time, the way I like it.

Not a day goes by when I wish that there were more than 24 hours. I’ve had a good couple of days – Watched a movie that made me cry and read a book that also made me cry.
I rarely get the time to watch movies – and when I do, it’s rarely based on filmy stuff. The Help was hands down, one of the best movies I’ve seen. It’s centered around one of the many things we think we know, but far from the reality. Yeah, we’ve all learned about Racism in 9th grade. But the extent to which it actually was prevalent, had no clue! 5 minutes into the movie, you’ll forget that it’s actually just a movie.

Madhouse was an eye-opener. To what guys actually are. The book is a collection of memories revolving around the hostel life at IIT in the 80’s. Now even though some of the stories were gruesomely disgusting for their sheer content, it did show how a bachelor’s life is which my friends have been so desperately trying to hide from girls all their lives. One of the stories was so funny, I was rolling on the floor with tears in my eyes. For those who haven’t heard me laugh, you would have to believe me when I say that I can bring the roof down! It’s a pretty decent read, which took me back to my hostel days. We had a deadline of 06 30 pm to reach back at the hostel which was broken almost every other day. I was miserable the first few weeks, because my life would start at night when I stayed in an apartment. Don’t get me wrong – I’m talking about restaurant and mall-hopping 🙂

As our luck would have it, our room was the nearest to the warden’s. We had to tiptoe at night to fetch water or creep into the other rooms for a late night session – This was a rare occasion for me because I can’t reject my bed’s invitation later than 10 30 pm. The torch would be someone’s Nokia 1100 to skillfully dodge rats. Yes, you read it right. Every night I’d hear the warden scream her lungs out for being the biggest pests she has ever had to deal with and that would equal to me learning more Kannada words. Of course, I’ve only retained two words in my memory now – Kannada + Gothilla (I don’t know Kannada). Birthdays would mean getting drenched and yummilycious cakes. TV times were literally a pain in the ass because all girls would be hooked on to some Saas Bahu serial. Catfights were rare but when they did happen – oh boy, did we have fun or what! Constancy is another thing I learned – For two years, we had the same chapatis. The same chicken curry. And the same everything else. I can still identify the dish from the smell it gives out from a mile away.

Everyday, in our last year, we’d ask each other to imagine what the last day would be like with the room becoming empty. That thought did give me a bit of joy – because I’d see all corners of the room as spotless as it could get! Keeping a room as clean as you wish, when you stay with 4 others is a daunting, if not impossible task. But I knew it would mean the end of my independent life. And I still yearn for those days to this date.

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