I Will Servite

I will servite : Part I

3 girls from 3 different parts of India. They join the same college and end up sharing the same room and the rest ...is ‘I will Servite’... sorry guys, due to the hectic schedule and my laziness i had not been able to post stuff but i finally got a chance and the mood to do it..so here we go... but before i begin, a disclaimer: all those characters who may appear in the course of this story are actually alive and in good health. But their names have been changed so as to protect myself from any harm. And like the economic times say I am an unknown source who wishes to remain anonymous so I’m sure u will bear with me. J
Room No. 205
The speciality of room no. 205 is that it was one room for which most of our seniors were vying for and that it should be occupied by us was i guess destiny...now y room no.205? coz its on the first floor and it has two windows. One which opens out to give u a glimpse of this large unoccupied land with a huge tree standing all alone on its side, and which in my opinion is very poetic. And from there we can also see an apartment which looks so cozy that sometimes we wish we were there rather than here. And i also get to see an old uncleji who always sits out in the balcony reading his paper and looking around (actually we always wondered whether he could see us, i even suggested we waved at him so that if he responds we would know that he could see but unfortunately my roomies didn’t feel the same so i dropped the idea). Ok now coming back to the room. It is kinda small for a 3 sharing basis but somehow we have managed to stuff everything in it like 3 beds, one being bunk and the other a normal, single cot. We have named it as the lower berth, upper berth and the royal bed respectively. There is a huge cupboard with four divisions. So after taking 1 slot each, we were left with an extra. So we decided to stock up all our food in it and hence the ‘food court’ came into existence. the fact that it came in very handy is another story. Especially during the rice and sambar days at servite, i practically lived on bourbon and sunfeast biscuits. Of course, we also have 3 study tables, lights, 3 plug points out of which only 1 works and then we have the ‘Nawab’ of 205... Now just imagine...on this hot summer evening, after a really really tiring day, after having walked for more than a km under the hot sun, u finally enter your room. What do u do first? Yes. You switch on the fan. And what does our nawab do? It just whines, moans, groans and finally when its tantrums are over, it decides to rotate. Oh and when I mean ‘rotate’ it means spreading out its wings and doing a slow turn. Like my friend S says, “bhai, hum toh nawab hai, hum toh bas aisa hi chalega”. We look at it, perspiring, panting for breath, wondering when it will start its fast number. But nope. Our nawab, in his laadedaah style and with great panache, just decides to repeat his performance. And it still continues till this date.

The ‘Chudail’ of Servite
Of course, we have one here. One which wears jasmine flowers. That is all we know about her as each time she decides to take her monthly rounds, she just flings the ‘gajra’ into our waste basket. Now why does she do that when there is a main waste basket right at the corner, we don’t know. Maybe she just wants to leave a mark. Or maybe she is just trying to aim properly coz sometimes we find the flowers lying just few inches away from the dust bin. But whatever may the case be, the fact is she has chosen our dust bin to throw her stuff and this is really driving us maaad. But yes, we just sigh and curse her, and take it in the stride...just one of those servite incidents for which u cannot offer a logical explanation when u ask why us??