What happens in a girl’s hostel? 68

I have always observed that there is a constant curiosity amongst the male part of the population regarding the girls hostel. Well…not many people are aware about what happens in a girls hostel and I am here to break the secret for you. Not very loyal to my fellow girls…but secret toh bahar aana hi tha naa kabhi na kabhi.

So here is a list of things/events that happens in a girls hostel:

  • A lot, a lot and a lot of gossip. In-room gossips.
  • No, we don’t roam around naked on corridors, we too wrap our towels around our body and roam around and no one tries to snatch them away.
  • Dirty toilets and a lot of notices mentioning to keep the toilets clean.
  • Smoke and smoke up sessions. Yes!!!
  • Before a college party, the washrooms turn into make up rooms, very messy make up rooms, and corridors, a ramp.
  • No shouting, it is always always (exception: read the above point) silent. No one likes giving or receiving complaints to or from  warden.
  • Selfie sessions and a lot of them.
  • Stalking sessions.
  • Advice talks.
  • Deep discussions about love, life, guys, mess food, guys, courses, guys, teachers and guys 😛
  • Birthday celebrations and they never go wrong.
  • Barter system, clothes, accessories, shoes etc (which reminds me that my friend has two of my favorite ear-rings) urghhh!
  • Re-decorations.
  • Dance and jamming sessions.

Now you know 😉

PS: this is entirely out of my personal experience.

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My first supernatural encounter 52

The other day, I was late from work. My boss was here and I had shit loads of work to do, so as expected, it was 11pm when I left my office for home. No cabs, no rickshaws. So I decided to take a walk.  Since my place was just four blocks from my office, walking was not a tedious task. It was a full moon night and the cool breeze was blowing, autumn was here but it made city looked dead at that time of the hour. No life, no traffic only long roads, unending roads. 

My belief in ghosts and the darkness made it worse.

I was crossing this dim-lit street with a lot of vegetation. I had always heard stories about this ghostly figure that was seen there. I was walking fast (just in case). Just when I thought that maybe today’s not the day, that the ‘ghost’ might just be sleeping in it’s humble abode and I was safe, I saw a girl coming from the opposite side of the street. She was walking on the wrong way, but that was the least of my concerns. 

I tried to avoid looking at her. But she was walking right towards me.

With each step, the distance between us was decreasing and my anxiousness, increasing. I was hoping it to be a nightmare, just a part of my imagination but everytime I looked up, I saw her, coming towards me. I pretended to be busy on my phone to avoid that stare, that ONE stare.

But she stopped, right in front of me, and asked me in a cold and hushed voice
“Excuse me, what’s the time?”

I froze, I couldn’t move my hands, couldn’t move any part of my body. I wanted to run as fast as I could, but couldn’t. I seemed to be rooted at that spot. 

She repeated her question.

I looked at my phone and replied “11:17.”

Still rooted, my heart skipped a beat as I answered her question, it might be a trigger to something I would regret saying all my life, I thought but said it anyway. I just wanted her to leave, the entire scene to be far far away from reality. All of the horror stories I have heard were coming back to me, my life flashed infront of me, and I thought of how my parents will never know how I died, how I will go missing and no one will know, and what all I wanted to achieve in my life. She looked at the moon and then at me, and she smiled.

“Thank you”, she said and started walking again. 

Dark circles, messy hair and lost. I walked away, as fast as I could. They told me never to look back if I manage to escape a ghost. Ufff! my curious mind did lure me to at least look back once, I did. Ah hell!! She was not there.

Oh my God! Why didn’t I learn Hanuman Chalisa when mum told me to do so. Please, God save me today and I will learn it, pakka promise…please..please!! , was all I had in my mind. Stop laughing, even you would have done the same.

So, I just Ran like P T Usha and locked myself in my room and went to bed immediately, forgetting the whole incident, or at least trying to but my mind wandered, going back the same moment, again and again, her hushed voice and that dreadful look. 

Was this finally…my dreaded encounter with a ghost??

Could have been, but my mind brought back the tiny detail of a book I saw in her hand, it was a  JEE ADVANCED book. And I wondered,” What a ghost has to do with engineering?”  Phew!! She was an engineering student. Lost and looking for coffee ( I suppose). 

Dara diya yaar!!! 😉


From A Stupid Last Bencher to The Editor Of News Sites! That’s My Life. 58

While thinking about penning down something that would come directly from my heart, I would love to bring this part of my story, which is not so very profusely known to one and all. Well, today, I am going to discuss with you the reason, why exactly I start off with my writing habit.

I am a freelance content writer and am currently the junior editor of a few news websites and some article websites. However, that is what I am today. Two years back, I was not the person that I am now. I used to be a lonely kid who would be always tensed about the upcoming results. The fear that I had as a student was not of failing. Well, I never really cared if I did. What I was really concerned about was, what would be my father’s reaction if I don’t fare well. Am sure, I did connect with many, when I did say that.

That was all I was doing in life. Then life thought of teaching me a lesson. It was sweet and it has changed my life. While am sure some of those students who are scoring average or below average marks in school can connect with me, I don’t know if the toppers would be able to. One of my friends got a brand new mobile handset and all of a sudden, it somehow sprang in me, that I too wanted to have a good smartphone! Yes, a good smartphone! So off I went, too tensed to ask something from my dad, (which I think is the general problem of the middle-class family kids). Somehow, I could gather some courage to ask for a smartphone! Don’t expect a twist here! Did you? Well, it was just the same old saying you know, “If you score above 90% this year, will get you one.”

Now coming to this particular statement, if any guardian is reading this and has the patience to hear this, then just know it. If you don’t want to give us something, just say “NO” please don’t leave us thinking that it’s our fault that we could not get it for ourselves. You surely don’t expect that your kid, who hardly gets 65% marks a year would go about getting 90% in the next!

Well, I was a kid, but I had experience with this 90% stuff! I knew the outcome, so off I went, I knew I will have my own measures in getting this done. And today my dear friends, I have enough to get an i-Phone 7! (Although I don’t have one!)

Thanks Dad!