6 times 'bowled over', 7th time out!!

my friends tell me i was stupid to do something like that.. my other friends say that i should keep on going on till i succed.. naturally, it is i who is supposed to take the call..
through this i will be able to put my frustration onto a better platform.. i might be able to come out of it.. i might get some help.. i will be able to reach out to people who have been subjected to such injustice..

proposing to a girl 7 times over, still holding your head up high and pretending nothing has happened is equivalent to Rakhi Sawant claiming she was offered "titanic" before Kate Winslet and she refused it because she had no dates for the movie.. Mind you, i got sympathies from everyone around me including the girl who i proposed to.. i cannot remember doing anything wrong during my journey towards eternal glory and happiness.. i did everything i could to impress her.. nothing worked.. i was, as a matter a fact, successful for the first 6 times.. successful to the extent that i was able to make her not say no.. hehe.. i have come up with two possible reasons as to why i failed..

1. Maybe she did not want it at all.. if this was the reason then she should have said no the 1st time itself.. i was then, in this case, a mere puppet.. naturally, i do not appreciate such behaviour.. i let it pass.. i remain silent till date..

2. Maybe i could not convince her properly.. i did try to convince her to the best of my abilities.. but i might have faltered somewhere.. however, i must admit that, when it comes to convincing a girl, boys generally falter.. we dont have the 'right' answer to the clever, difficult and baffling questions shot at us like bullets from the other end.. its like 5th graders listening to someone explaining Einstein's theory of relativity.. blank, clueless.. all i had to say was "i'll get back to you on that tomorrow".. then i ponder over the mind boggling queries.. they are tough.. i fail miserably.. i give in..

To be very frank with you, the 7 times proposition is a bit too exaggerated.. the fact is, i was never denied the first 6 times.. so i kept on trying.. probably inspired by Edison who failed a thousand times before he invented the light bulb.. just for the record, i am not planning to go up till 1000.. 7 is a record in itself..

In this entire post, you must have noticed that i am unsure about a lot of things i did and said.. thats cause i dont know what is right and whats wrong.. i dont think anyone would know that.. all one could say is, what best to say or do in order to win the race.. i have a lot of catching up to do..im still far behind..

The Morning Blues

Disclaimer :- This post is strictly categorized under "Gross/Disheveled".. Not for the faint hearted..I wonder if that category event exists.. Well If it doesnt, now it does..
Much has been said about hostel bathrooms and toilets.. And obviously, nothing has been done about it.. I'd like to call this post, the icing on the cake..

Our hostel bathrooms are in deplorable conditions. I am wondering how i'll be able to use those bathrooms for 10 full months.. Two wings. I reside in one of them. Each wing consisting of three floors. I reside on the top floor. Each floor consisting of 3 bathrooms, 3 toilets, 3 wash basins and 2 urinals. This is what i will call a unit. On an average, I calculated, roughly 20-25 ppl share one unit. Out of the 3 units on one floor, only one functions properly. So that makes 40 ppl share one unit with the assumption that the remaining ppl havnt still got up. ABSURD!! yeah..
I will not discuss the issues that i have against the toilets.. It is well beyond anyone's imagination. You have to see it, 'use' it to experience it. Hehe..

Morning is considered to be one of the most pleasant and soothing time. I am forced to think otherwise.. You get up, look around and you shall see people scampering about searching for water as if they are searching for an oasis in a desert.. What do i do?? Sitting in a difficult posture, a long anxious, desperate, hopeful wait follows.. I am helpless.. I just look out for some signal, nod from my friends that the door to freedom has opened (imagine a white light through that door).. I have become UNCOMFORTABLY NUMB..

Finally the long anxious wait is over.. I make my way into a tiny little cramped space ( I wont complain about the space. The problem is too trivial for me to get into the details of it. The only thing i would say is, a person of significant size would not fit in)..I ease my tension only to find a group of deadly looking mosquitoes hampering my biological process.. I manage.. I'll leave the rest for imagination..

Brushing is an altogether different experience.. You are 'enjoying' the process with 10 of your batch- mates. I am an optimist.. And hence i shall term this as socializing.. Issues such as which period is supposed to be bunked, ridiculing profs and their teaching methods, what book is supposed to be taken etc are discussed with the brush doing its job of cleaning our teeth.. It helps..

During the course of all these 'eventful' events, water plays the role of hide and seek.. Inconsistent water supply is something that i have got used to.. Wondering how i wash my hands?? I manage.. And just to keep the record straight, i maintain my hygiene to the highest levels.. Excuse us for shower.. That is something which i do not think of in the mornings.. As long as the other much comforting jobs are done, i am happy and most importantly "satisfied"..