Boredom..Sheer Boredom

A ceiling fan, more in gyroscopic motion than just rotatory makes it's presence felt with the its tadam-tadam-tak-tak-screeech and repeat routine. Sets of formulae and foreign words scribbled on yellowing paper (very strongly into conservation..don't waste at any costs) flapping in rhythm with the fan. These are pinned neatly onto a red notice board which hangs in the place where my favourite guitar used to be. Charlie Chaplin stares at you from the huge poster on the opposite wall. Next to that, the book shelf with a number of books whose meticulous arrangement suffers in degrees depending on the proximity of the exams. A gorgeous curtain not significantly altering the beauty of the jailbar-like window. The lyrics of Champagne Supernova written in alternating colours, on a rather mishapen cut-out of a wine glass. The wardrobe next to it..immense, very satisfying..space-wise. Inside, the clothes and books neatly arranged, in specific shelves, seldom altered. On the door, a pinker-than-thou Virgo poster with Daisy Duck batting eyelids at you (hmm..well..was a gift). The entrance to my humble physical abode opposite to the wardrobe, the distance in between being occupied by a green coloured, steel study table(if you can call it that). There's always a wonderful melange on my desk ;)..laptop, books, planner, (mostly empty) water bottles, pen stands..other odds and ends. Two pairs of jeans (dirty enough for my ma to toss and turn in bed) hanging on the row of hooks behind the door. The orderly row of footwear next to the door. Next to that, the laundry piling up in the dirty green bucket. The clutter of toiletries in the windowsill, in the cabinet, on the cabinet too!! The yearly planner, the keys thingy above that, the dustbin, the bed, little bigger than the bedstead, draped in a beautiful sheet and very well made, lots of bric-a-brac serving to beautify (I hope) the surroundings and my prize. My very..ok..may not be..coveted prize..a big, blak dead ant sticking onto the wall, very much like the heads of deer, moose, tigers etc in manor houses. On days of rigorous scholarly pursuits, the floor littered with eraser dust, the open pencil case overflowing with pencil shavings and an inanely long playlist repeating itself for the gazillionth time. On most other days, lots of light reading, all sporting colourful bookmarks, a couple of ear-rings lying carelessly about, old newspapers with half-solved crosswords and completed su-do-ku's, otherwise clippings sent by ma..read and reread and memorized.

All this in just an 8ft X 8ft space, better known as 248, Sharavati Hostel. Freespirit's worldly residence for the better part of the year. (Oh yes..home to a handful of harmless spiders too..like having them around)

And this is Freespirit standing bang in the middle of it all, wondering, exactly why would anyone want to read this. I'm bored. Yawwwnn!!