My wing

The morning heralds its arrival by the first ray of bleak sunlight crossing our threshholds.The gaping stripes in our door thriftily allows the sunlight to creep in our packed rooms driving away night's spell.With drowsy eyes and drooping shoulders we ever so slowly try to shut the blaring alarms.Dragging our feet to the bogs with utmost effort with toothpaste in one hand and brushes in other we see our countenance with half open eyes on the sporadically white painted silver surface . Staightening our hair we try to analyze the first time where we stand and become conscius of our actions.There is a fray down on the road as we strain our heads to glimse the tussle of cycles ferrying their riders to the institute with utmost haste.They seem to be out of place when compared to the serene surrounding.To most of us they appear as frayed ants following their acts trying to make there lives better by making our's worse.. But do we care? thats the perennial question, I guess not.Then we turn to our neighbours only to find the same nonchalance as we had seen earlier on the mirror.The taps run after a few hisses as if reluctant to provide us gory beasts a chance to pry out the grime accumulated after days of ablutophobia. We hyppocritically curse the water not being hot but in truth being glad to have another day san-bath .
Later we throw up on ourselves the weight of dusty old notebooks harbouring silver worms for not being opened for days.After an unsteady and unwilling walk to the conglomerate of flattened buildings we call the faculty division, the lecturer sternly stares at us as we shabbily enter the class as if it was a favour we bestowed on him by our duly presence.On listening to him for another five mins we unanimously decide that strainig our dear ears is not worth it . Maybe bacause of the non relevance of the topic or the genious with which the teacher could extract all possible fun from the topic and provide us the bare shrivelled notes necessary for passing the ensuing test.Test being the soul reason for us to betray our beloved sleep.The lunch is what most of us start our day on.The mess stands in between the two bhavans just behind the warden's house.As we slowly move on to the clamour of the crowd within, we wonder what if we were able to make our caring warden eat the delicious cuisine.Therein lies our bread served by workers whom I guess share the same apathy as ours for bath.Huddling around the wing sits for the dinner like a family.Like every other family this too starts bickering and teasing, some enjoy others find reason for their apparent fate.Here it is that the likes of shaki come into there elements and start settling off their hapless day by bickering and laughing in confirmation of his own mirth trying to belittle every person he can find.But like in a family we accept him for that and even bear jokes on us.In the end he is just another member finally trying to win approval of others by pranking on others.Still he comes out to help even if anyone of us slightly needs it.
We come back to the bhavans to sleep and confer god's blessing of idleness upon us.
"Rest i shall write later, have u any ideas then please comment.."-R>I>P-wingies
It has been no surprise to me that there were no comments on the post thereby reconfirming on the uber laziness our wing has hitherto been loyal to.I would like to keep it short and not be grandiloquent so as not to trouble u guys more on reading such manuscripts...
Afternoon classes are never popular amongst us.It's just so oddly timed! When its a question of sleep and class ,I think the decision is already made. Evening witnesses a stark contrast of activities as we stop moving as if we move in a bulk i dont know much about the others but few good souls like shukla,katyal and me go to nirmaan ..shaki also comes sometimes but his reasons are different one could guess if he was to believe his desktop pic.Gulhati does not bother to go out of his room in evenings as he is busy searching for a sword in world of warcraft which he would not even pick if he had to by his own hands but this is y he plays virtual games exercising only his fingers,i say fingers because WOW doesnt require brains.Jot vents outs his frustration playing cs .chikki seeems to be watching something or other if not ghotting.Mathur becomes synonymous to a door of 206 which is CLOSED in evenings wearing a foreboding look.We dont bother to disturb him .He may be the only sane person in wing to others but to us he is totally insane -studying in college ..bah!what a waste :).anuj akka yo may go to reddy sometimes.AVG I dont want to know what he does..RA is a lock on a door 209 he is never there at his room in evenings.This compulsive socialite obliterates the meaning of evening studies as he pulls off a magnificent act of balancing his phone calls from delhi and CEL.Rahul too goes to nirmaan And I swear to GOD I dont know what abhinav does.