Those many of the cooking nights.

Maybe, maybe I write junk. Nothing substantial. My blog is not for reference or for any worldly education, I just want to remember how I was right now. 
I am so unstable right now. I develop a deep interest for a subject and the next day it's gone entirely. It is happening more with my personality rather than my interests actually. Today I am happy, tomorrow I wake up a cynic, yesterday I was madly in love.

As for being on a very very short break, I am contemplating doing all those I don't usually have time to spare for. Earlier this evening I was cooking with my roommate.
The procession in itself was so orderly and so well peaceful, I realized I love cooking. I have developed this facade wherein the world see me as an extremely androgynous female and most presume I am incapable of anything related to the kitchen. But why am I posting the boring banality of my external image which only ensures to waste your time.

But we were communicating, my roommate and I without even speaking. Without having to exchange a single word. Millions of things were in the back of my head coming up one by one and I was thinking them one at a time.  My roommate looked calm and thoughtful chopping those onions likewise sorting out millions of her thoughts. She put the onions in the pan, and I just stirred. She didn't have to tell me. I knew what to do, I don't have to do it all and she won't have to do all of it. We were doing all of it. The beauty of--ahh what's that word- Team work, towards something common with the people you love and trust.

We planned to watch Hansel and Gretel Witch hunters.  Quite unnerving for a clean freak there, but we sit on the bed rest our backs on the deck, the laptop at the foot-end and eat while we watch. It's a small hostel room that we live in. She set up the bed and I placed the food and turned off the lights and watched in peace.
It's one of those many nights of my college life. It's happening now all those early twenties story that I must remember and smile.

                                                  p3@ce-dr.Diksha

The troubling trouble.

The last post I wrote was about the huge water fight mishap.

Today was like any Monday, for medicine students. Today is Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose's birthday and those of you who know history must be knowing his birthplace is here in the city of Cuttack. Cuttack is in Orissa. I am expecting my sister to know this fact since we read this in a museum when we were in Andaman Islands. But I know very well that Anniesha wouldn't remember all these little boring details. :P
So all the branches in this college got a day off today except for us the medical students. And waking up knowing that was depressing.
Tennis lessons had a day off too so I slept the entire morning. I had spent the previous night partying with my friends. It was a birthday celebration. We had lots of food and cakes and chocolates and THE drink. (Winks). I don't drink myself but it is always amusing to watch people get drunk and lose control over their senses and blurt out stupid secrets.

Classes got over at 3 PM today unlike the usual 5 PM. So we heartily came back to our rooms. And after that I went out on a date with my boyfriend. I met my friends again for a little birthday gathering at the B-Tech Campus where the grass is green and the air is clean. My bhutanese friends have got in the frenzy of playing CHUNKI for reviving their golden school days when they were back in Bhutan. I personally dislike the game. For my highest score is a single digit four!

After that Debashish(my boyfriend) and I buy an M-SEAL. It is a mixture that is supposed to be very adhesive and holds two forceful surfaces together. I needed it to hang my mosquito net from the ceiling.

When I return to my hostel there is the warden in her office and my friends and the other people of my block are in her office. They lady at the reception tells me to go to my room and wear full pants (for I had been wearing quarter pants).
I go to my room and find a note along with a PSS brand key chain on my bed saying "PSS loves Franklin". Let me code this guy I hate as PSS. And Franklin is my teddy bear whom I love very much. PSS is a son of a rich man and he owns wealthy enterprises and so few days ago PSS had given me a diary with his name, a key chain with his name and a calendar with his name on it). As you get it PSS is a little too obsessed with himself .
My friends have been teasing me with PSS since then.
The note was left by Smruti P. Mishra.

After I find that note my mind sets to work and then I take a little bit of M-SEAL and I sneak into Smruti's room climb on the window and I seal that darn key chain on her ceiling. HEHEHE.

And I go immediately to the warden's office where she is scolding/ disparaging/ reprimanding the people in my block. Turns out the very recluse people complained that 2 buckets of soapy oily water had been thrown into their room and one of them supposedly slipped badly!
All because I had thrown a little water balloon on Smruti and accidentally hit their door but no one knew about it.
And after that we come back to our room and laugh.
And laugh even more on seeing the key chain hung on Smruti's ceiling.
Well after that I can't tell you here...

I have got to study now.

The trouble today.

I live in a hostel.

Hate it or like it, you have to live it- and live it thoroughly.

Today I was washing my cooker at lunch time. Smruti P Mishra is this girl who stays adjacent to my room. We are great friends and she is one person you will never like to get angry at because she is such a darling.

But then she came from behind and did the fake vampire thingy and I warned I would douse her with water if she continued. And like always she did continue and just like always I kept my words and squeezed the saturated washing sponge on her and her head was wet with soapy water.

Every action has equal and opposite reaction. But among my group friends it goes like "every action has far greater reaction."

And so she took a big container full of water and chased me around. I ran my best. I ran throughout the entire ground floor of this hostel with the washing sponge. I know I looked ridiculous.

Then I retreated to this girls room which was open at that time. I crawled into her blanket and kept a laptop over me. So Smruti was helpless regarding throwing water at me.

But then lunch time was getting over. It was about to be 2 PM, time for another class. Smruti was determined at getting her revenge. Then she left after a long long time. I crept out of the blanket slowly and went towards my room and wham she was there standing there. And splash! She doused me with water and my whole body was wet. 

I had to change and go to class.

But that's not the full story.

Later in the evening I am sitting in my room and Swati comes to me and hands me a water balloon. She was like my 11th hour Samaritan and I took the balloon and planned on getting back at Smruti.

And when Smruti was standing oblivious to the surrounding I atacked from behind and took my best shot and the balloon hit the nape of her neck. 

It would have been perfect had the balloon not rebounded and fallen somewhere. I go to grab the balloon as quickly as I can and launch another attack. And I hit. This time the balloon goes past her and splash! 

Hits the door of the very recluse people who live in my block. The water over flows and wets the floor and enters their room from the gap underneath the door. And by recluse I mean we don't get along with those two people very well. They are kind of reserved and spend their times all by themselves and give an uncomfortable scary atmosphere when they are around. And we have had been having lots of troubles with them in the past.

Smruti shouts. I run frantically around and then decided I would admit I hit the water balloon at their door. But to our fortuitous luck their room was locked and no one was there.

So we decide to leave the whole thing behind and end our 'vengeance" at least for today.

They came back and complained to the lady at the reception. They come around investigating! Oh my god. I admit I was afraid for a bit. It is a rare feeling. I was afraid that because of me my friends might get int trouble. I threw the water balloon. That lady questioned every one of my friend, except me. :D

Because I am so nice.

Now they have gone back without any one to blame at and god knows what they are thinking behind that locked wet door. I am scared honestly.

But it was so much fun. We all had a good laugh.  :D

A Pup In My Hostel Room.

TJ ( a Bhutanese guy) handed me his pet dog so that I would take care of it. I was thrilled by the idea of hiding a pup in my room and secretly taking her out for walks and feeding it pup food.

He told me it's a bull dog, so I was even more thrilled. I had never really fondled a bull dog pup before.

So when he handed me the pup in a big black bag of his I was literally trembling with excitement.

And when I opened the bag, out came a normal white, brownish pup. I know a lot of dog breeds but I didn't know how to classify her. A free-ranging dog or most would called a stray.

But I have often wondered why do we classify dogs. They belong to the same genera, same species. Canis lupus familiaris. And yet so many different breeds based on their appearance- some exotic like the Saluki, some highly coveted like the German shepherd, some adored like the Pomeranian. 

If we classify the dogs and differentiate them then it becomes likewise easy for humans to differentiate humans and treat them accordingly. We are of the same genera, same species too- Homo sapiens sapiens! So should we go around differenting ourselves on how we look? 

Every one of us are special, and so is every dog. Let's not discriminate people on how they look and let's adore every dog!
Let the purpose of classification strictly remain for education and research purpose and NOT for discriminating!
Let us not create hierarchical classification amongst people and amongst any living creature.

I thank my friends for loving the her while she was here and especially roommate for bearing it with me.  The poop session was the worst. She would poop anytime and under the cupboard. But she had taken de-worming and was giving out pin-worms out of her butt. I had to return her right the next day and Acho UT has taken her for now.

Here are here varying names.

For me------===--- Ponyo.

For TJ----------- Nicholayta.

For Chuni and Karso--Lucy.

For acho UT------ Bob Marley.

Blood Donation- Not a Selfish Deed.