Adventures in MGIMS quarters

[Guest guest]

Anshu Madam and Subodh sir

It was a very funny writeup... but I know, in real life it must not be

funny... to quote Shahrukh Khan (whom I cant stand) " Badi badi

jagahon mein choti choti baatein hoti hain " ... so its no wonder that

such minor problems keep cropping up in sewagram... for example... we

would all get a shock in the boys hostel, if there was water in the

bathroom for 2 hours, all the flushes were working... and there were 3

whole washbasins per bathroom.. par kay karein...!!

hope you are nice and dry... and hope that thankfully the water did

not leave any stench or smell.. and once everything is settled... how

about a nice new " filmi " quiz from your side?

cheers

Ameet 1993

>

> ADVENTURES IN MGIMS QUARTERS

>

> I had just returned from a white water river rafting experience in

> Rishikesh, and I hardly expected to find adventure in my own house-in fact,

> my bedroom so soon(patience...don't let your imagination race ahead before I

> tell you) .

>

> 10.30 pm. It looked like a calm Friday night. Yes it was drizzling outside,

> but it had been like that all evening. There were occasional rumbles- but

> that was the noise of Subodh's sonorous snores- which worried me these days

> only if they were absent within an instant of his dropping his head on his

> pillow. I was watching my favorite music show on television, wanting to

> criticize some of the judges more than the participants. But having no one

> to listen to me, I kept my thoughts to myself.

>

> 11.15 p.m. Subodh wakes up with a start and lying in a weird languid pose,

> brings a look of terror on his face. 'Quick quick....bring some vessels from

> the kitchen!' he pants breathlessly. Now if you know Subodh- when he panics,

> he cannot be handled easily. But when he wakes up from what looks like a

> nightmare and panics, he is both incoherent and illogical. Before I

> understand what's happening, a shower of cold raindrops hits my face. I look

> up at the roof, which now resembles the heavens. The whole roof is dripping

> and water is pouring right over the bed. The languid pose is just Subodh

> aligning himself so that the rain falls on him rather than the mattress!

>

> The bed is too heavy to budge even an inch. I curse the time we decided to

> get a bed made where we could store all our mattresses and woollens. The

> mattress and sheets are dragged off the bed in a start. But they still look

> as if an army of babies had strategically emptied their bladders in unison.

> We rush to the kitchen, and out come utensils of all shapes and sizes. In

> three minutes there are nine different items on the bed- there are pots,

> pans, saucepans and bowls. The sound of rain, now thumping instead of

> dripping, into the vessels makes for better music than the musical programme

> on TV. Ting, ping, trrring, pling, plomp....the whole orchestra with the

> right ambience. I wished there was Gulzar there to write lyrics to that

> rhythm. I could experience the wonderful pre monsoon showers in my own

> bedroom. How many people have such luck!

>

> But our efforts aren't enough. The bed is still getting soaked, and the

> mattresses stored inside would eventually turn damp. Cover it with some long

> plastic sheets- there came the next helpful suggestion. Brilliant. But have

> you ever tried searching for plastic sheets in your house at midnight, when

> one eye is still stuck to the happenings on television and the other

> drooping as it is past your bedtime? Some weary shakes to our rusted

> memories later, we remembered where they had been carefully stored. And in

> what looked like the end of the wet saga, we managed to cover our bed with

> those plastic sheets.

>

> What happens to the stuff stored in the bedroom will be seen later. But as

> of now we have shifted with mat and mattress to sleep on the living room

> floor. Pray that this roof doesn't drip like the bedroom too, or the kitchen

> will be the only option left.

>

> As I drift off to sleep, I remember a conversation I had with the colleague

> in the evening. There were rumours that some quarters were roofless as the

> engineering section was renovating the roofs since the last few days! I

> think of those families and murmur a prayer in thanks.

>

> But, thank God for these quarters in Sevagram which add to the drama in our

> otherwise dull existence. Next time (which will probably happen much earlier

> than we expect it), I think we should put up the plastic sheets above the

> bed like a tent. Imagine the pitter patter sound of the raindrops and the

> real fun experience of camping in a tent in the monsoon right in our own

> houses!

>

> Anshu

>

>

[Guest guest]

That was a great write up,Anshu.

White water rafting sure,is an adventurous sport,for someone living a peaceful

existence in Sewagram.

It's like Kent,turning into Superman,u both.

Which MGIMS quarters,did this watery incident take place,Anshu?.

B'cos,we were in Kabir Niwas colony during our PG ship days,in the early

90's,and that must have been the only example, in living history,of an

oven,where human beings also reside.

Believe me,during summers due to the tar coating on it's roof,the temperature

reaches to about 40-45degrees inside the house,and one couldn't decide ,if it

was safer inside or to be roasted alive outside.

Plus,due to the sieve like openings besides the front and the back door ,all

crawlies,u name it, would come visiting once every monsoon,and it would be a

scene from the national geographic.

Kishoreda,one fine day,we too had a small ??baby snake,come in and it was then,

our agile watchman,of 90 kilos,Mr.Dukhre,who managed to catch it,after 15 mins

of chase inside the house.

Shyam(84)

Re: Adventures in MGIMS quarters

Anshu Madam and Subodh sir

It was a very funny writeup... but I know, in real life it must not be

funny... to quote Shahrukh Khan (whom I cant stand) " Badi badi

jagahon mein choti choti baatein hoti hain " ... so its no wonder that

such minor problems keep cropping up in sewagram... for example... we

would all get a shock in the boys hostel, if there was water in the

bathroom for 2 hours, all the flushes were working... and there were 3

whole washbasins per bathroom.. par kay karein...!!

hope you are nice and dry... and hope that thankfully the water did

not leave any stench or smell.. and once everything is settled... how

about a nice new " filmi " quiz from your side?

cheers

Ameet 1993

>

> ADVENTURES IN MGIMS QUARTERS

>

> I had just returned from a white water river rafting experience in

> Rishikesh, and I hardly expected to find adventure in my own house-in fact,

> my bedroom so soon(patience...don't let your imagination race ahead before I

> tell you) .

>

> 10.30 pm. It looked like a calm Friday night. Yes it was drizzling outside,

> but it had been like that all evening. There were occasional rumbles- but

> that was the noise of Subodh's sonorous snores- which worried me these days

> only if they were absent within an instant of his dropping his head on his

> pillow. I was watching my favorite music show on television, wanting to

> criticize some of the judges more than the participants. But having no one

> to listen to me, I kept my thoughts to myself.

>

> 11.15 p.m. Subodh wakes up with a start and lying in a weird languid pose,

> brings a look of terror on his face. 'Quick quick....bring some vessels from

> the kitchen!' he pants breathlessly. Now if you know Subodh- when he panics,

> he cannot be handled easily. But when he wakes up from what looks like a

> nightmare and panics, he is both incoherent and illogical. Before I

> understand what's happening, a shower of cold raindrops hits my face. I look

> up at the roof, which now resembles the heavens. The whole roof is dripping

> and water is pouring right over the bed. The languid pose is just Subodh

> aligning himself so that the rain falls on him rather than the mattress!

>

> The bed is too heavy to budge even an inch. I curse the time we decided to

> get a bed made where we could store all our mattresses and woollens. The

> mattress and sheets are dragged off the bed in a start. But they still look

> as if an army of babies had strategically emptied their bladders in unison.

> We rush to the kitchen, and out come utensils of all shapes and sizes. In

> three minutes there are nine different items on the bed- there are pots,

> pans, saucepans and bowls. The sound of rain, now thumping instead of

> dripping, into the vessels makes for better music than the musical programme

> on TV. Ting, ping, trrring, pling, plomp....the whole orchestra with the

> right ambience. I wished there was Gulzar there to write lyrics to that

> rhythm. I could experience the wonderful pre monsoon showers in my own

> bedroom. How many people have such luck!

>

> But our efforts aren't enough. The bed is still getting soaked, and the

> mattresses stored inside would eventually turn damp. Cover it with some long

> plastic sheets- there came the next helpful suggestion. Brilliant. But have

> you ever tried searching for plastic sheets in your house at midnight, when

> one eye is still stuck to the happenings on television and the other

> drooping as it is past your bedtime? Some weary shakes to our rusted

> memories later, we remembered where they had been carefully stored. And in

> what looked like the end of the wet saga, we managed to cover our bed with

> those plastic sheets.

>

> What happens to the stuff stored in the bedroom will be seen later. But as

> of now we have shifted with mat and mattress to sleep on the living room

> floor. Pray that this roof doesn't drip like the bedroom too, or the kitchen

> will be the only option left.

>

> As I drift off to sleep, I remember a conversation I had with the colleague

> in the evening. There were rumours that some quarters were roofless as the

> engineering section was renovating the roofs since the last few days! I

> think of those families and murmur a prayer in thanks.

>

> But, thank God for these quarters in Sevagram which add to the drama in our

> otherwise dull existence. Next time (which will probably happen much earlier

> than we expect it), I think we should put up the plastic sheets above the

> bed like a tent. Imagine the pitter patter sound of the raindrops and the

> real fun experience of camping in a tent in the monsoon right in our own

> houses!

>

> Anshu

>

>

[Guest guest]

Thank you Kishore, Ameet and Shyam for your comments. Everything seems OK and

under control as of now. I'm waiting for the next thunderstorm!

Shyam, I stay in MLK Colony. As for Sevagram's heat, not much has changed since

you left. It still feels like a furnace in the middle of May.

Anshu

[Guest guest]

All this reminds me of an incidence at the MGIMS hostel....the bathrooms of the

hostel were in bad condition , inspite of repeated complaints to the warden,

nothing happened. Prashant ' 84 batch wrote on the walls of the bathroom--- "

Gandhiji once pissed here....U can still smell it !! " Warden on the rounds read

it and the very next day the bathrooms were fresh and the slogan cleared off the

walls.

Murtaza

shyamkamath wrote:

That was a great write up,Anshu.

White water rafting sure,is an adventurous sport,for someone living a peaceful

existence in Sewagram.

It's like Kent,turning into Superman,u both.

Which MGIMS quarters,did this watery incident take place,Anshu?.

B'cos,we were in Kabir Niwas colony during our PG ship days,in the early

90's,and that must have been the only example, in living history,of an

oven,where human beings also reside.

Believe me,during summers due to the tar coating on it's roof,the temperature

reaches to about 40-45degrees inside the house,and one couldn't decide ,if it

was safer inside or to be roasted alive outside.

Plus,due to the sieve like openings besides the front and the back door ,all

crawlies,u name it, would come visiting once every monsoon,and it would be a

scene from the national geographic.

Kishoreda,one fine day,we too had a small ??baby snake,come in and it was then,

our agile watchman,of 90 kilos,Mr.Dukhre,who managed to catch it,after 15 mins

of chase inside the house.

Shyam(84)

Re: Adventures in MGIMS quarters

Anshu Madam and Subodh sir

It was a very funny writeup... but I know, in real life it must not be

funny... to quote Shahrukh Khan (whom I cant stand) " Badi badi

jagahon mein choti choti baatein hoti hain " ... so its no wonder that

such minor problems keep cropping up in sewagram... for example... we

would all get a shock in the boys hostel, if there was water in the

bathroom for 2 hours, all the flushes were working... and there were 3

whole washbasins per bathroom.. par kay karein...!!

hope you are nice and dry... and hope that thankfully the water did

not leave any stench or smell.. and once everything is settled... how

about a nice new " filmi " quiz from your side?

cheers

Ameet 1993

>

> ADVENTURES IN MGIMS QUARTERS

>

> I had just returned from a white water river rafting experience in

> Rishikesh, and I hardly expected to find adventure in my own house-in fact,

> my bedroom so soon(patience...don't let your imagination race ahead before I

> tell you) .

>

> 10.30 pm. It looked like a calm Friday night. Yes it was drizzling outside,

> but it had been like that all evening. There were occasional rumbles- but

> that was the noise of Subodh's sonorous snores- which worried me these days

> only if they were absent within an instant of his dropping his head on his

> pillow. I was watching my favorite music show on television, wanting to

> criticize some of the judges more than the participants. But having no one

> to listen to me, I kept my thoughts to myself.

>

> 11.15 p.m. Subodh wakes up with a start and lying in a weird languid pose,

> brings a look of terror on his face. 'Quick quick....bring some vessels from

> the kitchen!' he pants breathlessly. Now if you know Subodh- when he panics,

> he cannot be handled easily. But when he wakes up from what looks like a

> nightmare and panics, he is both incoherent and illogical. Before I

> understand what's happening, a shower of cold raindrops hits my face. I look

> up at the roof, which now resembles the heavens. The whole roof is dripping

> and water is pouring right over the bed. The languid pose is just Subodh

> aligning himself so that the rain falls on him rather than the mattress!

>

> The bed is too heavy to budge even an inch. I curse the time we decided to

> get a bed made where we could store all our mattresses and woollens. The

> mattress and sheets are dragged off the bed in a start. But they still look

> as if an army of babies had strategically emptied their bladders in unison.

> We rush to the kitchen, and out come utensils of all shapes and sizes. In

> three minutes there are nine different items on the bed- there are pots,

> pans, saucepans and bowls. The sound of rain, now thumping instead of

> dripping, into the vessels makes for better music than the musical programme

> on TV. Ting, ping, trrring, pling, plomp....the whole orchestra with the

> right ambience. I wished there was Gulzar there to write lyrics to that

> rhythm. I could experience the wonderful pre monsoon showers in my own

> bedroom. How many people have such luck!

>

> But our efforts aren't enough. The bed is still getting soaked, and the

> mattresses stored inside would eventually turn damp. Cover it with some long

> plastic sheets- there came the next helpful suggestion. Brilliant. But have

> you ever tried searching for plastic sheets in your house at midnight, when

> one eye is still stuck to the happenings on television and the other

> drooping as it is past your bedtime? Some weary shakes to our rusted

> memories later, we remembered where they had been carefully stored. And in

> what looked like the end of the wet saga, we managed to cover our bed with

> those plastic sheets.

>

> What happens to the stuff stored in the bedroom will be seen later. But as

> of now we have shifted with mat and mattress to sleep on the living room

> floor. Pray that this roof doesn't drip like the bedroom too, or the kitchen

> will be the only option left.

>

> As I drift off to sleep, I remember a conversation I had with the colleague

> in the evening. There were rumours that some quarters were roofless as the

> engineering section was renovating the roofs since the last few days! I

> think of those families and murmur a prayer in thanks.

>

> But, thank God for these quarters in Sevagram which add to the drama in our

> otherwise dull existence. Next time (which will probably happen much earlier

> than we expect it), I think we should put up the plastic sheets above the

> bed like a tent. Imagine the pitter patter sound of the raindrops and the

> real fun experience of camping in a tent in the monsoon right in our own

> houses!

>

> Anshu

>

>

[Guest guest]

Ha ha.... sarcasm works and how!

Anshu

Re: Adventures in MGIMS quarters

All this reminds me of an incidence at the MGIMS hostel....the bathrooms of

the hostel were in bad condition , inspite of repeated complaints to the warden,

nothing happened. Prashant ' 84 batch wrote on the walls of the bathroom--- "

Gandhiji once pissed here....U can still smell it !! " Warden on the rounds read

it and the very next day the bathrooms were fresh and the slogan cleared off the

walls.

Murtaza