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Monday, March 3, 2008
Breaking News: A Kidnap on Highway
Oh!!! So you like reading such news. Or else you won’t have started reading this article. Continue reading, I won’t disappoint you. It’s a story about a girl who was abducted on the Highway. She has been kept hostage in a small room with two other girls. These are not the only girls. There are many like them who have been captured. They are given a very cruel treatment. Food which they get is very horrible. They would prefer to starve rather than have that food. Initially, girl used to wait for someone to come and rescue her. She would sit by the window and see the trucks and buses passing by hoping that some day she would sit in the same bus which would take her to her parents. Gradually, she came over all these things and adjusted in the environment. Now, you won’t believe that she likes all these things. She likes all the people over here and doesn’t want to go back.
Are you feeling sorry for the girl, huh? Don’t be.
Hey, haven’t you all still guessed it? These kids are none other than postgraduate mass communication students at Indira School of Communication which is on the highway. And I am specifically talking about hostelites. Don’t jump to conclusions. It is not that Indira masscom is a kidnapper in real sense, but initially being new to Pune, Highway and all those things which were far from being called civilization, they felt awkward.
Now, I will take you around their life with some “not to miss” inputs from me. Where do I start from?? Umm… let me start from the very start.
Sita Maushi, Pramila, kuthe as?? Shouts our warden at 7 in the morning and this acts as our alarm. Oh, my, my!! Three in a room. Class a 9.30. Jesus Christ. Who would be the first one to use the loo? “I will go the washroom first”, shouts one. “Hey, it would be me”, retorts another. After all such debates, still there is no one who has made any efforts to get out of bed. And then its an amazing scene. Utter Chaos. “Hey, dumbo, come soon, its 9 now. “You should have got up earlier, na, if you were in such a hurry”.If this was not enough, you have now to struggle for a peek at the mirror. Yeah, girls need that. One mirror, thousands errors(read girls).
Run, run, run, fire on the mountain. Way to mess?? Bhaiya, coffee and sandwich. Swallow the stuff and move. Now, it’s a complete outdoor training camp outside the hostel campus. Tracking through Highway, simulated rope climbing to fourth floor and weight lifting ( its your weight and not your backpacks’ weight that you are lifting).
Now we are in a paradise titled “The Sleeping Haven”. Beautiful ladies and handsome hulks are a treat for the eyes. After gossiping about them, we nap till the professor leaves the class. Here ends the first half, not of the movie but of our visit to college.
We have a hearty lunch comprising rajma’s gravy(actually there are no rajmas found), look alike of Chapati, artificially sweetened curd, and a treasure hunt veggie. yeah, It’s a treasure hunt, because we are told, it has paneer but for the entire time span we are hunting for it. Food is food; don’t make a fun of it, shouts a girl...
Hey friends, why don’t we bunk the second half and go for a movie, instead. This intelligent plan is accepted by a few; and off are these people to a movie. The story has just begun. Watching a movie and that too in theatres requires a long procedure to follow. For those who have their own vehicle, there’s no problem, but for others it’s nothing less than a pilgrimage. We make the best possible use of all the means of transport. It starts with walking to the nearby auto stand. There you will get a six seater (read eleven seater). We somehow manage to ignore little kids playing with our shoes in the auto and aunties yelling at the top of their voices. We get down, walk a little and then wait for a bus. If you don’t get a bus, again a ride in a six seater. The rick drops you somewhere in between and from there you take a private auto. At last, you reach the destination. The history repeats itself, and the same goes for journey back home, oops, hostel.
I will tell you scene after dinner. It’s a time when we all are at our best. All the masscom hostelites gather at amphitheatre which is dimly lit. The discussion ranges from cribbing about friends, classes, Wakad etc. to Pune and India at large. No, not just these, masscom students also have some skills such as mimicry which one of our friends is great at and makes us laugh our heart out. hey, will not forget to tell about the games which we play. All kiddie games which takes us to our childhood days are played at this time. its kiddsh, but we love it. Soon, Watchman starts troubling us to go upstairs after ten by making his wishes come true by whistling at girls.
Who’s gonna sleep, now. We all sit together and start singing after a round of good girlie gossips about those who are not present, especially room mates. “All the masscom girls, up at once”, guessed it right, our sweet warden Ma’am. We drag ourselves upstairs. But we don’t part. We gather in someone’s room and lay our hands on Mom made food which has been couriered by someone’s mom this evening or just cook maggi in a tiffin box. Don’t worry, won’t teach you the “10 easy steps to cook maggi in hostel” right now.
Present Ma’am. So, all masscom girls have gathered here, it seems. Yeah, Ma’am; would you join us?? After that supper, we are off to our rooms to meet our room mates. We give a quick hug to our laptops and start working on assignments. We work till we start getting dreams between assignments. We call off the day, meaning night, and take a ride to our hometown and meet our family and friends. Obviously, in our dreams, buddy. Same story the next day.
Midnight coffee, long chats, birthday bumps, bunking classes, crush on pal, fights for marks, tears for love, just everything…People call it COLLEGE, we call it LIFE.
Are you feeling sorry for the girl, huh? Don’t be.
Hey, haven’t you all still guessed it? These kids are none other than postgraduate mass communication students at Indira School of Communication which is on the highway. And I am specifically talking about hostelites. Don’t jump to conclusions. It is not that Indira masscom is a kidnapper in real sense, but initially being new to Pune, Highway and all those things which were far from being called civilization, they felt awkward.
Now, I will take you around their life with some “not to miss” inputs from me. Where do I start from?? Umm… let me start from the very start.
Sita Maushi, Pramila, kuthe as?? Shouts our warden at 7 in the morning and this acts as our alarm. Oh, my, my!! Three in a room. Class a 9.30. Jesus Christ. Who would be the first one to use the loo? “I will go the washroom first”, shouts one. “Hey, it would be me”, retorts another. After all such debates, still there is no one who has made any efforts to get out of bed. And then its an amazing scene. Utter Chaos. “Hey, dumbo, come soon, its 9 now. “You should have got up earlier, na, if you were in such a hurry”.If this was not enough, you have now to struggle for a peek at the mirror. Yeah, girls need that. One mirror, thousands errors(read girls).
Run, run, run, fire on the mountain. Way to mess?? Bhaiya, coffee and sandwich. Swallow the stuff and move. Now, it’s a complete outdoor training camp outside the hostel campus. Tracking through Highway, simulated rope climbing to fourth floor and weight lifting ( its your weight and not your backpacks’ weight that you are lifting).
Now we are in a paradise titled “The Sleeping Haven”. Beautiful ladies and handsome hulks are a treat for the eyes. After gossiping about them, we nap till the professor leaves the class. Here ends the first half, not of the movie but of our visit to college.
We have a hearty lunch comprising rajma’s gravy(actually there are no rajmas found), look alike of Chapati, artificially sweetened curd, and a treasure hunt veggie. yeah, It’s a treasure hunt, because we are told, it has paneer but for the entire time span we are hunting for it. Food is food; don’t make a fun of it, shouts a girl...
Hey friends, why don’t we bunk the second half and go for a movie, instead. This intelligent plan is accepted by a few; and off are these people to a movie. The story has just begun. Watching a movie and that too in theatres requires a long procedure to follow. For those who have their own vehicle, there’s no problem, but for others it’s nothing less than a pilgrimage. We make the best possible use of all the means of transport. It starts with walking to the nearby auto stand. There you will get a six seater (read eleven seater). We somehow manage to ignore little kids playing with our shoes in the auto and aunties yelling at the top of their voices. We get down, walk a little and then wait for a bus. If you don’t get a bus, again a ride in a six seater. The rick drops you somewhere in between and from there you take a private auto. At last, you reach the destination. The history repeats itself, and the same goes for journey back home, oops, hostel.
I will tell you scene after dinner. It’s a time when we all are at our best. All the masscom hostelites gather at amphitheatre which is dimly lit. The discussion ranges from cribbing about friends, classes, Wakad etc. to Pune and India at large. No, not just these, masscom students also have some skills such as mimicry which one of our friends is great at and makes us laugh our heart out. hey, will not forget to tell about the games which we play. All kiddie games which takes us to our childhood days are played at this time. its kiddsh, but we love it. Soon, Watchman starts troubling us to go upstairs after ten by making his wishes come true by whistling at girls.
Who’s gonna sleep, now. We all sit together and start singing after a round of good girlie gossips about those who are not present, especially room mates. “All the masscom girls, up at once”, guessed it right, our sweet warden Ma’am. We drag ourselves upstairs. But we don’t part. We gather in someone’s room and lay our hands on Mom made food which has been couriered by someone’s mom this evening or just cook maggi in a tiffin box. Don’t worry, won’t teach you the “10 easy steps to cook maggi in hostel” right now.
Present Ma’am. So, all masscom girls have gathered here, it seems. Yeah, Ma’am; would you join us?? After that supper, we are off to our rooms to meet our room mates. We give a quick hug to our laptops and start working on assignments. We work till we start getting dreams between assignments. We call off the day, meaning night, and take a ride to our hometown and meet our family and friends. Obviously, in our dreams, buddy. Same story the next day.
Midnight coffee, long chats, birthday bumps, bunking classes, crush on pal, fights for marks, tears for love, just everything…People call it COLLEGE, we call it LIFE.
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