A-ROOM-14*12.

For i believed it was not apt for me to be lost in the euphoria,and intended to exercise a greater control on my routine,i thought,i had found an ammicable solution,a 'room'.So the search was on ,on a friday afternoon,i still remember,my persuit led me through half the town.The day's dilligance went in vain,for thy dream dwell was nowhere to be found,thought,time to take help from proffesional,approached a broaker,his demands were out of my domain.as if by grace,a friend told me of a room in his neighbourhood. to me, the room was like love at first sight.
bucks settled,so time to get in.going through the hindu calendar,i found an auspicious day to set my feet in.it was june 1st.i told myself,ok holmes,hit the school again.i had to counter a lot of critics on thy path.from outside,as well inside.people around would say dude u ll get lonely,bored,miss out on the fun in the ,i gave it not a damm,i was inexorable with my decision,i never would flinch, for i had given a profound thought on the pros and cons of an independent living.i wanted to break the barriers of time;sleep,eat,study,the time i want to.
It was finally sweet home.not later did i realise of a blunder.thanks to my momentary gaucherie,prior to hiring the room,i had undermined to see if i could catch hutch network,in there,for the room was quite interior.for a mobile freak like me,its disastrous.but am too dextrous and adroit to let things off so easily.the solution,keep the cell over the shelves,climb over to the porch to call or text.
there were more unpleasant things to confront.a person like me caught in the clutches of obsessive compulsive neurosis,obsessed with sanitation,there was an unwelcome inmate waiting.i always hated cockroaches,but never to the extent of killing them.it was inevitable,i beat a holy hell out of them and bid a goodbye.i finally was on my own,the room was multitomous,sometimes a kitchenette,sometimes a prayer hall,and sometimes a gymnasium.i could always break into the hostel,any time of the day for it was just a stumble away.
i sometimes would prepair my own breakfast,maggi sales in tumkur should have shot up by a fair ratio,thanks to me.had one electric stove whose string would give way every now and then,which i would have to work with for an hour every week seting right.
i was being emphasised of the reason for people saying zindagi rocks,and not pops,hip hops,jazzes.i have always been a big music freak,or moreso an addict.i had hitherto not tasted rock, for my choice of music would be restricted to enrique,dion,britney and few other popsters,but in here i somehow metamorphosised to a rock lover,all day it would be either metallica,greenday,linkin park playing,it weas hard to imagine a living without it.

life ho tho aisi.

its of a time when i used to stay in the hostel,attached to the college,life was seemingly,all but cakewalk.we were about 250 people in the hostel,and the building was apparently the abode for all filth.
of the 100s that stayed,every second day would be someone s birthday, consequently, the night before,night before,poor chap would have his ass kicked ripe,well that sounds pretty common,something to add to the tale is that,along with the birthday boy,his best friend would be victimised as well which i think is out of the normal.
by morning lay the the cake pieces lay spread all over the corridor,the sweeper i know would clean it bitching us all,something i could always brain.but then,when its fun,there s no second thought of being bitched.life was nothing more than eat sleep,nap,with occasional dillusions of internal stew.but that was to be only a bubble on water,the day internals cease,as if to componsate,fun would extend beyond schedule.
the college would start at 8 in the morning,i would get up at around 7,
by far early,when you compare that with the wake time of my friends.only after i would have answered my nature s call of the higher order would my friends wake up.i could never brain as to how in nthe world would they manage to get set so soon for college,they probably would have a bath only on sundays.to me,an outing to the class or wherever it is,before bathe is profane,i feel out of myself if i cant have it.
although my classroom was just a farlong away,i would still be late,almost on a routine basis.the class would be under way,as i make my way to the last row,which i ve been a lord of,for most of my edu-life.take a breather and resolve to make it to the class well in time the next morning.it would evanascate into the air by evening,all that runs through the head is,'dude,is tomoro someone s birthday,what movie is playing on your comp tonight'.