I gulped dinner and hurried to my room. I did not want to miss even a moment of a quick calm nap that I could steal from a sleepless night that was to follow.
I dusted my bed as if it would make any difference.
An engineering student’s hostel room is a matchless place.
Mysterious ambiance, filthy bed – missing bed sheet, broken window glasses, tables that would see-saw with scratchy sound, moral-immoral-inspirational-offensive-‘As if I give a damn’ attitudes written all over the walls, dusty mirror that would hardly reflect anything, years old calendars hanging for the sake of hot chicks posing on them, grime covered empty hair oil bottles, cutouts from newspaper with James Bond poses and bare bodied Arnolds and Sylvester Stallions; are few of the attributes of making of an engineering guy’s typical hostel room.
This room – my room – was no different. Continue reading “Flip the Coin”
Rambo plucked out a cigarette from his pack and asked, “Hey man, you’ve a matchstick?”
“Wouldn’t I have burned the world down already had I had a matchstick?” Burny said with a shrug.
“Eh! Whatever.” Rambo ignored.
“Do you know what is wrong with the world?” Burny hung on to being pissed off.
“No. And I don’t know because may be there is nothing wrong?” Rambo said while he managed to borrow a lighter from a passerby.
“To name one of many, it is You. Guys like you are wrong with the world; guys who cannot see the flaws.”
“Unh! Give me a break Burny. You are saying my optimism is bad for the world?” Rambo said and floated a smoke ring. Continue reading “You’ve a matchstick?”