A Dry day at Lavale
18th August, 2008 finally brought some relief to Lavale, rest assured it’s not Munna Bhai Jayanti.
I religiously get up in the morning. How much ever sincere an effort I put, I never get ready before 8:30am, today I realize its 8:45am already. I am not able to find my windcheater, so, on the way out of the hostel, I try and put together my broken umbrella. Finally I am able to open it and start walking towards the academic block. But it feels different today. Why? What has happened? Am I dreaming? Have I become scyzophrenic? I pinch myself, I am not dreaming. I asked a passer by if he sees what I see, and comes an affirmative YES. He seemed to me like a “Corporate Cultured Student”, so I believe him. Anyways!
After 10 days of perpetual rains, THE SUN has been kind enough to shower its blessings on the so called God Forsaken Place; it had started to appear like a sun forsaken dungeon.
We all faced a number of problems during these rains; but all kudos to a student saying “I had a frog jumping around in my room at night”. Rains seriously were becoming a problem, the clothes started stinking, the towel didn’t dry up. People living in basement rooms had fungus on walls and on clothes. Most acute of these was when the water pump room, at the base zero of SIU, got filled with water due to heavy rains. The pump couldn’t work so there was no water for 2 days in hostels or for that matter anywhere on campus. I guess God wanted us to do some more rainwater harvesting, may be with our buckets out in the rains.
Today suddenly is a strikingly different day, no offence to the beautiful rains that brought the nature alive all around us. The mountains look all washed and shimmering. I can see the blue sky, and I no more need my broken umbrella. (When it rains, the wind blows at 250 mph, and our umbrellas are “Gone with the Wind”.) The song ‘jab tak thi jaan lade woh, phir apni laash bichhaa di’ is actually pertinent to these poor souls. I think we should build a cemetery for all these umbrellas, where they can rest in peace.
Now two days have passed and the sun is shining bright, though we are not JADOOs, but we still love a bit of sunlight. My high spirits have returned and the other spirits have gone in. Optimistically this spell will continue, our clothes will DRY and our sprits will FLY.
I religiously get up in the morning. How much ever sincere an effort I put, I never get ready before 8:30am, today I realize its 8:45am already. I am not able to find my windcheater, so, on the way out of the hostel, I try and put together my broken umbrella. Finally I am able to open it and start walking towards the academic block. But it feels different today. Why? What has happened? Am I dreaming? Have I become scyzophrenic? I pinch myself, I am not dreaming. I asked a passer by if he sees what I see, and comes an affirmative YES. He seemed to me like a “Corporate Cultured Student”, so I believe him. Anyways!
After 10 days of perpetual rains, THE SUN has been kind enough to shower its blessings on the so called God Forsaken Place; it had started to appear like a sun forsaken dungeon.
We all faced a number of problems during these rains; but all kudos to a student saying “I had a frog jumping around in my room at night”. Rains seriously were becoming a problem, the clothes started stinking, the towel didn’t dry up. People living in basement rooms had fungus on walls and on clothes. Most acute of these was when the water pump room, at the base zero of SIU, got filled with water due to heavy rains. The pump couldn’t work so there was no water for 2 days in hostels or for that matter anywhere on campus. I guess God wanted us to do some more rainwater harvesting, may be with our buckets out in the rains.
Today suddenly is a strikingly different day, no offence to the beautiful rains that brought the nature alive all around us. The mountains look all washed and shimmering. I can see the blue sky, and I no more need my broken umbrella. (When it rains, the wind blows at 250 mph, and our umbrellas are “Gone with the Wind”.) The song ‘jab tak thi jaan lade woh, phir apni laash bichhaa di’ is actually pertinent to these poor souls. I think we should build a cemetery for all these umbrellas, where they can rest in peace.
Now two days have passed and the sun is shining bright, though we are not JADOOs, but we still love a bit of sunlight. My high spirits have returned and the other spirits have gone in. Optimistically this spell will continue, our clothes will DRY and our sprits will FLY.
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