Cerebral Fallacies

If you thought having five years of an intense experience as a hostelite and then some is not enough to write on then you would be wondering what would. Leave aside a bestseller, the kind of extreme situations that a boarder has to face to complete a decent education away from home in India would make for a gazillion case studies of the bizarre leanings! But we will leave that to the saner; right brained ahem babushkas (whatever that means). While a lot is being done about making hostels luxurious and livable mostly ‘India’ still thrives on the ones that I have been to. Having been an avid reader of the wrong kind of moral books like the very tame Enid Blytons in my childhood, the little adolescent in me had created my own very magical world of how a hostel life should be! It was full of midnight parties, tuck boxes and fun unlimited. Well you could say that it was much 'more' than a mixed bag for me. Well the tuck boxes and the midnight bashes were there all right, but so were...

A genuine piece of boredom I gift to you a yen for inspiration, an elsewhere, a has-been moment of guiles and of potentials, scattered in droopy eyelids that nursed a dream just a few sleeps back a genuine piece of boredom I gift to you it catches you with a net, slowly enveloping your senses, marauding, it suffuses you with a pink light and sharp shooting caffeine hungover mornings are better dealt with a sip of nonchalance a grip loosing itself to reality a truth dawning on known unknown faces. it's an interesting moment to be in a bubble that should not crack until awakening returns you to the folds of this life-induced pill...