Wednesday, November 12, 2008

FRIDAY........

I always look forward to ‘the’ day when I can breathe a sigh of relief from work and just flop down on the couch with a novel or close my eyes to some soothing melodies while a sackful of books and assignments lie in some corner of the room to be tackled on Sunday night. The sense of exaltation that engulfs me as the day arrives, which makes me think that I have to stop thinking. As my faithful friends put it for all of us“bas pad jaana”, that’s what happens to us on this day. This is the beauty of Friday (after work).

Friday(at work) is like the final blow of death that any student can get(a student of third year, entc dept at my college).The design of the time table is such that the slow torture continues for the entire week with Wednesday, tsk tsk Wednesday of all the days when college starts at 10 and gets over at 3.The day when there are no pracs, lectures which should be bunked and a potential day to scurry off for a ‘matinee picture’ as our not so ‘sarcastic’ professors politely put it. Couldn’t the day be a Friday? Well no, because the sadistic brain behind the planning of the timetable just cannot bear the poor tormented souls who just want some moments of happiness in their lives…(this para is especially dedicated to Nikki Koul, champion criticizer, who will slowly form an acknowledging smile after reading this..Something that she would have definitely said and proud of the fact that this remark is coming from me)

Anyway coming back to Friday, its two heavy duty practicals in a row starting at 8 so that means submission of two journals that day and two lectures after which coming back to a dim curtained room and an inviting bed with fluffy pillows is definitely an enticing sight.That is why most of the Fridays, as soon as I come back from college and rest my head on the pillow I go into a sweet stupor so deep that my friends have to shake me awake to accompany them for dinner. And I eat on,with my hair all ruffled and sleep dripping from my eyelids and still dreaming of going back to my comfy bed and definitely not thinking of the assignments which I would not start until Sunday night. This is how my Friday goes, when I’m recuperating from a very hectic schedule.
And Friday night after dinner is so much fun. The hostel is alive and buzzing with activities .The night when students have ample of time to get hooked on to the phone with their special someone.
As for me this is one night when I can create a ruckus in the hostel. The night when me , Nikita, Shipra and Anu just scream out songs out of the window loud enough for the entire complex to hear, when we have our fist and ‘hair pulling’ fights, or shout away while playing uno. This always makes the warden arrive in her scary white nightgown, hair open and cold eyes that give us the ‘I will rusticate you tomorrow’ look..but some things never change and the story continues every Friday night...sometimes we enjoy a quiet movie or else just cook maggi in the middle of the night and talk for hours galore as if time had stopped...
Wish time did stop…for I find myself waking up on Saturday with wonderful memories of the Friday that went by…

5 comments:

nikhita said...

Mrs. Ghosh would have been really proud of you today after reading this particular post. I have to say this - I do seem to have rubbed off on you :P .... It's okay...you don't have to feel so embarrassed... I can take the credit for this- after all that's what friends are for :P ... anyway, nice work and I'm only saying this because you beautified your post by including my name in it :D...

mallika said...

you just seem to astonish me with your ready wit day by day...no more dedications to you for sometime :P and thanks for putting in some good words...

nikhita said...

ohh come on... are you going to keep the only "INTERESTING" people in your otherwise dreary life out of your blog? OK , don't dedicate anything to me..but maybe you can put in a few words for "he who must not be named" :D

mallika said...

dont worry...remember flirting 101.com..or whatever you wanted to name it as i am planning on naming it as flirting with disaster what say :) its coming up soon...wait and watch this space hehehe

mallika said...

"Interesting" i think there are certain people who dont even understand the tone I convey and choose to ignore...im thankful that atleast you kno how i speak...(sorry for relieving all my frustrations out here)