In my two-sem long stay at the hostel , I seldom had cribs about anything... until one fine morning , when I got to know my "co-inmates" better : Monkeys, with whom I never had a problem .
Sem 1: Ah! Monkeys!! Where else in this country would you have a chance to "share a common home with them". Sounded good. Dean : "They are not the intruders, we are". Point. Well, that's true, but we don't go about culting their grub, nor do we give them a wash with medicare.
I was never scared of them, neither fascinated..it was just that they existed..until one sunny happy morning, when I got up to see monkeys in the room instead of my roomie(who had gone to take bath). I was surprised(duh!) , not scared., just took care that i shouldn't enrage them, they picked up a plastic box with boost in it and left the room gracefully .
Sem2 : I was leaving for home , after the end-sems . Wanting to get rid of all the old food stuff I never touched , I stepped out of my safe cocoon , holding the last stuff you would want a monkey-joint-family to see you with. Hehe. I smiled to myself . Stud timing. I get threatened , by a little one -Dare you scream , I shall keep pulling your hair until the last strand is plucked. That's what I saw in the eyes of the creature that was now pulling at one end of my kurta. Fine , I am a good girl . I kept my mouth shut. Moreover, it was as early as seven ; even if the monkeys spared me , the wing junta wouldn't have. They did their business. Within a blink of an eye, the whole corridor was a mess . I tried avoiding the cleaning lady's eyes :D . But yeah , these are things they are used to , and we are getting used to.
I am sure I'll have many such encounters with these fellow creatures before I pass out of the institute. Hey guys , I have nothing against you. But please , spare the grub and don't intrude into rooms and yeah, don't mess up the place even if you get hold of some food. Ha! Talk about high-expectations.
Sem 1: Ah! Monkeys!! Where else in this country would you have a chance to "share a common home with them". Sounded good. Dean : "They are not the intruders, we are". Point. Well, that's true, but we don't go about culting their grub, nor do we give them a wash with medicare.
I was never scared of them, neither fascinated..it was just that they existed..until one sunny happy morning, when I got up to see monkeys in the room instead of my roomie(who had gone to take bath). I was surprised(duh!) , not scared., just took care that i shouldn't enrage them, they picked up a plastic box with boost in it and left the room gracefully .
Sem2 : I was leaving for home , after the end-sems . Wanting to get rid of all the old food stuff I never touched , I stepped out of my safe cocoon , holding the last stuff you would want a monkey-joint-family to see you with. Hehe. I smiled to myself . Stud timing. I get threatened , by a little one -Dare you scream , I shall keep pulling your hair until the last strand is plucked. That's what I saw in the eyes of the creature that was now pulling at one end of my kurta. Fine , I am a good girl . I kept my mouth shut. Moreover, it was as early as seven ; even if the monkeys spared me , the wing junta wouldn't have. They did their business. Within a blink of an eye, the whole corridor was a mess . I tried avoiding the cleaning lady's eyes :D . But yeah , these are things they are used to , and we are getting used to.
I am sure I'll have many such encounters with these fellow creatures before I pass out of the institute. Hey guys , I have nothing against you. But please , spare the grub and don't intrude into rooms and yeah, don't mess up the place even if you get hold of some food. Ha! Talk about high-expectations.
