So off late things have been quite squalid. Oversleeping, missing early morning meals, buying just the extras from mess while giving loathing remarks to the prepared mess food(esp the unbuttered rotis).Well things there have always remained same altogether, may be a paid holiday for 6 months in noida had made us fastidious gourmands of good(read edible) food.
Moving along the rest of the routine of the day, there are not many classes to be attended (ofcourse if bhagvad gita hadn’t introduced tutorials).when the clock hits 4, a sudden realization of bathing our stinking bodies comes to mind(the deodorants could also be used as some (read most) of us do).Fitness freaks off to gym(like me) and the other smart chaps are either sipping hot tea on redis chatting about the singularity of the psenti semite or the immediate junior batch’s girls. Sky dusks and everyone is back to mess for the pathetic excuse of having dinner. Thereafter what happens in hostel rooms while playing “infected mushroom” is beyond words. That’s where I think about my screwed up first year and I say it to myself "Totally worth it….."
