Prologue
April is never a good month to ask how a person is doing, even casually, at least at The English and Foreign
Languages University, Hyderabad.
The logue
Giving back to back exams and submitting papers in the most terrible heat, putting up with unempathetic power managements, with a tubelight that switches itself off on the eve of work/exam AND with a fan that makes the loudest of all noises and then chooses to stop giving us any form of consolence in terms of artificial breeze, is what is like living here, in G-13, the cornermost room of the hostel which stands as a symbol of moronic pleasure with its shattered front glasses and a black dupatta waving as if awoken from a stupour by an occasional, yet most priced wind or a drizzle, in place of where it should instead have been sporting testimonies of lively celebrations.
Don't get taken aback by the description I gave. For all you know, you will experience a kind of bizarre surprise when you get inside this place and actually live here. The coolest of the lot, in their own special weird ways - students, professors, staff, store-keepers, dogs - all of them live here, peacefully, again, in their own weird(est) ways.
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We had one hell of a time writing the exam today. It was so gracefully done that the majority of the class, without even having a senior - junior distinction (what?!) discussed the question paper with the same enthusiasm, learned new concepts, shared coffee, doughnuts and brownies that our professor bountifully distributed, smudging chocolate on our references, exam sheets and laptops to complete answering the question paper in the allotted 2 hours(which got extended for another 1 and a half hours) - a situation found scarcely in a country like India or for that matter anywhere else in the world (ignore my ignorance if you know a similar or a better case, I live in a small world).
I come back to G-13 with a truck load of happy memories, autographed by a bunch of people I love and care about. The tubelight shines and the fan rotates with all its might.
Epilogue
I wouldn't mind you asking how I am today, it is still April I know.
