Life in a student prison.

As the days surge on nudging me to the gateway of adolescence , I look past at my imprudent teenage , in specific, of the days in the disgusting world among student community -Sri Chaitanya.

Following were some of the whole lot of unique things that takes place in Chaitanya's self-sentenced jails(read it hostels).

The day begins with a deafening and acute siren at 5 am. Classes begins at 6 am.

For a given floor of hostel block ,if there are certain number of bathrooms, of them , only a few are well constructed . (Got screwed. But yes, each cubicle differs from other by space, disposal of taps ..etc .couldnt elaborate further). And only a very few are well constructed and well previously used .

A shrewd quality seeking customer sets his alarm at 4:55 am. A fierce competitor runs at once at 5 am. A rather light hearted one waits in front of a bathroom for half an hour to get his turn.

A sleep seeking customer sets off to classroom directly from the bed.

Dont prod onto these questions if you come across a hostler.

when did u last had your bath?

when did u last had your clothes washed?

Do u brush daily?

Some of the responses will baffle you enough to leave your mouth agape.

Now, the settings turns to the class room.

Lectures wont mind students sleeping in the class and equally rising to the task, students wont mind lecturers looking at them when they doze off.

Breakfast time arrives after a couple of virtual sleeping hours. Those who can really pump the mess tiffins slip past their tastebuds, throat and into the intestine , yawns one final time, oustretches the muscles and heads to the mess with plates and glasses.Others continue to sleep.

After the mess, sick rooms come into the play. Sick rooms are the places where students who are sick can take rest during class hours or study hours as they are not allowed to hostels at that time. Some dare devils ,after their appetite is satisfied but not satisfied with sleeping while sitting process in classes takes unwarranted advantage of the sick rooms for a complete lay off. They pretend any of the aches or any of the fevers. Their happy safari rolls on till a campus incharge discovers them of their deceit and knocks them out with a punch or two.

Lunch and dinner are feasible products. Hardly a few miss them. Dining capacity is less than the number to be dined. To complete in the first round , students become a part of unorganised sprint race between class room building and mess.

Campus incharges and wardens are interesting characters . They do the job which is quite known to them and we do the job which is known to both of us. They know very few study in the study hours. They know about sleeping unit of students. They know of our crookedness. They know a dragooned horse to a pond need not drink water. Finally they know we are reluctant to change our ways. After all , we are a bunch of freaks driven by sleep and powered by food.

Dharma Prasad sir(in short D.P) is one of the campus incharges. He finds himself in between the lines to issue out evening snacks. He passes some wretched comments on students. One of those:-

D.P : enti bhanu, skin tight esaav?!

Bhanu: Fashion sir...

D.P: Fashion tarvaatha , lopala maadipoddemo...

HAHAHAHA..A roar of laughter in the air. Not a reaction that is necessary for that mean joke. But jokes in jail are rare to crop up. So, better to make most of such 'jewels'.

I will put some more comic strips in my next post.

Disclaimer: The narration is essentially from a loser's perspective and differs diametrically from a scholastic approach to the same.