A Monday

We wake up in the morning at half past seven and realise that it is yet another Monday. Oh! How we all hate Mondays. So there is this rush to the bathroom but I always wonder why there are not many people bathing. While I ponder over the weird wake-up-and-head-to-class scenario, my tummy starts grumbling.That is when it hits me, I haven’t had my breakfast.  So I get hold of an apple and head to the academic block. On my way out there is yet another stop. I write my name with my room number on the register and run to my class. 

I reach class room number 1 and find that I have no place to sit except at the back of the class. Normally I would have no problem with that. But being me, I had a huge problem. So unable to read the board and completely deficient in decoding the professor’s lecture I make it through my first class. During my second, like it always happens I miss my roll call because I am lost in the world of Sociology. But it was time for Common law. The class goes on with a lot of note making. And then again we get a break from the monologue and I try to converse with the guy sitting beside me except that he makes no sense out of a word I am saying. But my plan of making a new friend comes crashing down as our third class begins. Fun as it is, this is also scary for reasons known to me the best. Now comes the time for my favourite class of the day, economics being a subject I love and the syllabus something I already know, this class is really fun. Halfway through my tummy makes weird noises and when the teacher takes up his notebook for attendance there is more than one person that is relieved. A long wait awaits me before my roll number and then I rush away to feed my tummy. 

After the food, my mind tells me to study  but my body tells me to fall into my inviting bed and sleep. I choose to do neither and head to the library. The library is the place where you’ll find many 1st years for the reason of air conditioning rather than reading. I attend my English class and at the end of a day full of fun I run into seniors who don’t look very welcoming. I go to the House (makes hostel less hostile) and fool around for sometime before dinner and then later I  go to the terrace and sit down for a healthy round of girl talk. The talk continues till it turns into a yawn. After many 'goodnight's' and ‘I need to study’s I reach a deserted room because my roommate has not said her goodnight yet.  All the drama and masala that is lacking in the story is because the seniors simply refuse to rag us and me, highly disappointed end up sitting on my bed and praying for my wifi to connect. My poor laptop Kiki seems to be as tired as me. So I put her to sleep and try to study a word or two of my incomprehensible study material and then again boredom hits me like a huge ball of snow and feeling the cold I tug at my blanket and fade away into the land of deep sleep.


-Sruthi Srinivasan