Chocolates have never tasted better in life!

Nope, never ever. Darn, just look at me, three weeks in hostel and I’ve turned into a complete foodie. I must say I’m amazed because I used to be that sort of a person who was never so keen on chocolates and would mostly stick to a maximum of two chocolates a month despite having the fridge stocked with plenty of them, but after coming back from India, I’ve been hogging at the rate of three a day or something. It’s only when you’re deprived of something that you realize its worth. Not that we don’t get to buy chocolates back there or anything, but then they just don’t make you smack your lips. And besides, they are high on nickel content. Right now, I’m savoring on a huge bar of Galaxy right out of this pack which Mom and Dad bought for me as a ‘welcome back home’ present. Well, what can I say, it feels great to be back home!

Now coming to college life, I know you guys are all waiting for me to write about my college as I haven’t mentioned a single word about it in quite many of my earlier posts. The word ‘college’ makes me feel all bizarre now, exactly with the same intensity it made me feel excited, say, two months back. As a matter of fact, I don’t even feel like I’m in college, come to think of it. I mean, everything is so bloody strict and scheduled in that place. Each and every single second is pre planned and they don’t even give us students enough space.

It’s so annoying - every time a period ends, we stand up and say “Thank you ma’am”, and just a split second before our asses hit the bench, there enters the next teacher to fry our brains. Believe me, they don’t even let us breathe. Oh and a free period in our college is as rare to find as a needle in a haystack. I mean, this is so lame. We had an average of three to four free periods a week at school, excluding library and work experience classes, and still I used to complain back then. Guess this serves me right. I never knew that Mr God keeps an account of all these. And hey, had he also kept an account of the amount of rice I had in taken during the last seventeen years? I’m sure he must have, which is why I’ve been made to consume more rice during the last one month than I have ever in my entire life had, which I must say, would not really have exceeded like ten kilograms. No wonder they say, “there’s no such thing as free lunch in this world”. Yes sir, I’m paying for it alright.

Well, let’s talk about the good things now. The only set of people who know how to have some fun are the Mechanical guys – particularly the S7 guys. Ragging is banned in our college, but these guys come and ask us to introduce ourselves, talk to us, crack jokes and all that. Oh and last week I made the mistake of sitting at the right most edge of the last bench, the one near the window, in our classroom, with little knowledge of the fact that the window faced the Mechanical Lab. Right from the minute I had sat there, I had been hearing all sorts of weird noises. At first it sounded like the noise of the rain to me but slowly it transmuted itself to something which sounded as though someone was pumping air into their cycle. It went on and on, but I ignored it and continued writing. After a while it started to sound like the hissing of snakes. Horrified, I looked all around me, expecting to see the same slithering along towards me, ready to twirl itself over me. And it was only then that I looked outside the window. I saw three guys looking out from their window and waving at me. Aha, so these were the sources, I thought. Then they started extending their hands through the bars of the window just like how these desperate jail birds do and yelling something to get my attention. Anyway, we all had a good laugh at the hostel when I narrated this incident that day.

Hostel life is not so bad, after all. I’ve made friends with most of them living in our wing. What I love the most about hostel is the late night conversations which include a game of cards, sometimes. During the evening we go and pluck papayas from our orchard, bring it to the hostel, cut it and serve it among all the wing mates. I and my roomie sometimes make a face pack out of it. Thursday is our official shopping day, and that’s when we really have a gala time. Last week we went and had pizzas and ice creams at this food court we have there. Oh and we get awesome burgers in our canteen. Hey and the cardamom tea they serve there is absolutely yummy.

Yeah, so that was all what I could gather in three weeks time. But I just hope the whole system was a little more relaxed. And if you’re wondering what I’m doing in the land of sun and sand at this time of the year, let me tell you that I’m having a ten day holiday on account of Onam. And so I’m back in Dubai. Yipeeeeee! Yeah, there’s nothing like home sweet home. And mom sweet mom.

On another note, we went for Bachna Ae Haseeno yesterday. I thought it was pretty fine, though Mom and Dad would beg to differ. And guess what, there was not a single soul in the theatre other than us, and they actually screened the movie exclusively for the three of us. Mom thought the male protagonist had a very shallow personality, which is true, but then after all isn’t it Ranbir? I love that song “Khuda Jaane”. KK’s got this totally piercing voice and the couple looks just awesome together.

I’m waiting for Mom to return from office so that we can decide about our plans for today. For the past two days, we’ve been going out for dinner, so hopefully they’d take me out today too. Uh oh, my stomach’s starting to grunt, lemme go regale it. Cya!

Pic of the day: Deepika n Ranbir. Oops, I mean, Mahi n Ranbir!Song of the Day: Khuda Jaane