Angry Lady

I was studying when I heard her shouting at the top of her voice.

She must have been in her 40s. The angry screams were coming from my neighborhood. Although the characters were not visible, her screams were quite omnipresent in the night silence that spread through the colony. When I came out in the veranda, a couple of more neighbors were gawking at the first floor house.

Just gawking. Just that. So what else can be done. What could I do. What would be the right thing to do. Try to place yourself in this situation. You don't know the neighbor well. It is in most chances some internal feud over some family issue. The 40 year old lady might be shouting at her son or daughter. For obvious reasons. What can we do? Should I just sit inside and bear the angry screams piercing the walls that separate our houses? I can't do that, as with those screams echoing, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else. Let's say if I was, then it will be inhuman. Total control over emotions. Total control over when your brain throws questions at you. Calm and Serene I would be. As if I am in a separate universe.

The question still remains unanswered. What is the right thing to do? Should I just wait for this affair to get over, hoping that the lady will get tired at some point or some good-in-terms neighbor would step in and hold back the lady. Yea, that seems more logical. The world is too huge. We are too tiny. We can't keep a check on everything that goes around. But does that not show the unfeeling nature of humans? Are humans evolving? Evolving to be less sensitive? We have been evolving physically since ice age. Are we evolving mentally too?

obscurity

Things are getting obscure day by day

• listening to obscure music. psychedelic.
  
• browsing obscure websites
  
• waking up till obscure hours
  
• doing obscure things
  

Am I even alive? I don't feel myself. I laugh like a handicap. Talk like someone depressed. People laugh at me for no valid reason that I can comprehend. Is something wrong with the universe? Is our world collapsing? have I been subjected to be irrevocably high till eternity? I can't decode this obscurity.

demystified!

It feels like a new time. Traditions, Opinions are changing. Everyone seems to have transcended to this new land. Everything's new for me. Well, most of it.

I seem to have shifted from old school to the 4chan world. All the mysteries now seem to be dissolving away. "Oh, So this is where it came from." Gosh, so stupid. The world is not so perfect after all.

Hostel Life

FREEDOM

'Our life is easy coz we let it be.

phaltu ki tension nahin lete hain hum,

Food and friendship keep us alive,

Hail the hostlers, here we come'

If one has never been a hostler, life is indeed incomplete. I am sure our hostler alumni, as happy as they may be in their present lives; get all ecstatic on recalling their hostel life. Those days spent away from home, away from a shouting dad, away from an over-affectionate mother, away from the gully cricket with colony friends, away from that small room where we spent the two years of our lives studying hard and dreaming big; those days are just too difficult to forget. And believe me, nothing much has changed today from your time, about what hostel life used to be.

So what is hostel life all about?

It’s about four buddies sleeping on the same bed. And that being brotherhood and not gay-pankti.

It’s about staying awake late till night. And not letting anyone else sleep either.

It’s about getting up late in the morning. “Saale tune uthaya kyun nai? Grrr! Late hogye ab!”

It’s about the morning run from hostel to college to catch a lecture. "Shit yaar, aj phr se bahar nikal diya! attendance to short ni karega?"

It’s about borrowing money from a friend to pay for Ice Teas. "Kal de dunga bhai, pakka!"

It’s about boozing on the hostel terrace with your best friend. "Yaar my gf has dumped me (sobbing), it’s just you and me now.”

It’s about betting money on Poker and losing every time. "bhai mai to mazak kar raha tha!"

It’s about losing room keys. “Shit ,yar tere pas tala todne ke liye kuch pada h??”

It’s about studying together before exams. "aaj to pakka night out marna h! Don’t worry I’ve got something to keep us up!(winking)"

It’s about sitting blank in the exam. "Bohot ho gaya, no masti from tomoro”

It’s about locking ourselves inside the room when seniors came. "Abe tu jaa raha hai, to bahar se taala laga diyo"

It’s about researching new ways to smoke more stylishly. And teaching the non-smokers how to do it.

It’s the place of realizations. A place to learn how to deal with friends, good friends, not-so-good friends, best friends, bad-friends and even I-don’t-know-him friends. It’s a place to learn the realities of relationships, families, career and what not. It's a place to experience "life".

I don’t think I said enough to describe the profusion of events and experiences that hostel life has to offer. For our alumni, it might be some time since they left college; the postfix to BH might have increased from 1 to 4; the roadside noodle vendor might have given way to branded eat-outs; but the spirit of hostel remains the same: "FREEDOM"

- Roopam, 3rd year, ECE