College life is one place where we all apparently learn time management. It goes like this, you have lot of work and you know about it, you know there is a deadline but then there is still time so you have movies to watch, places to go, the usual cac-sessions to catch up on and many many more things. Eventually the deadline is soon enough and all this is has to be put aside just to let you switch back soon. In those long workdays, you sleep very less, sleep at odd times watch ample number of 20 min series, eat your meals pretty quick, skip meals are the common to-dos and of course keep thinking about finishing the task in hand so that you can go to some place nice with some people nice. Since you really cant work all dressed up so you pick your shabby set of clothes and sometimes cant wait to have enough time for a long shower and then change to something dressy enough.
Well its comprehensible enough now that am having a deadline for THE final thesis, the second last of the last academic thing@IITB, my last submission, my final nightouts for ‘earning’ my degree fair and square. So anyway, caught up in one such afternoon where I slept at 10 a.m. after a heavy breaker to get up at 12 noon to work with my full potential…of course couldn’t! Slept till it was after lunch time and had a thought (I have sleep thoughts which make me get up sometimes or I remember them later) “It is Sunday! And it is the last Sunday when my mess would serve the usual chole, poori gulabjamun lunch…popularly known as the “Sunday Lunch” to all of us..would be served !” This was the thought that did wake me up and I went straight to the mess, had two very dry and oily pooris with chola and the gulabjamun and even though I wasn’t hungry, it was an easy and tasty intake!
It was very strange. Mess food is hardly a delight after eating 5 years continuously in that…even though we are paying for it…we always considered it free lunches that we can always miss to eat out, eat some grub or skip it altogether for it not being good! And here I was running to the mess for the same lunch I have had soo many times over that I should be bored. I remember once being very hungry after a long long sleep and eating 9 pooris on the Sunday. I have actually started liking certain things served in meals in the mess…of course I had got this sense early enough that I cant like food in a mess meant for all every single time, but appreciation has not been my virtue for the mess bit of my hostel.
I am soon going to enter the working class, where my meals will be my responsibility. Of course I will have my own kitchen, no time boundations, no fixed menu and may be ‘no cribbing necessary’!! After the last usual Alu paratha dinner...am wondering
Will it be like the Free Lunches?!
Mood: Interesting
Music: feet-tapping
3 comments:
damn i shud stop missing meals in the mess..!celebrating "the last of" some things which we have been doing routinely, unconsciously is really overwhelming!
That reminds me of my last few days there...
hey don't forget t spend some minutes all by yourself on the roof top...
now that we are headed to the concrete jungle...get one good view...one nice picture...to stay in your heart forever!
Mezimec...I know for sure you missed one tonight :P and we will miss our hostel...most of all all our mess table conversations..i forgot to mention them actually!
Vartika...you made me realize, one nice pic will be the best thing to take away from here! forget all the movies n series :) {though we cant n wont}
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