Siesta : the most blissfully sacred thing in a student’s life. And how people who dare disturb ones indulging in a siesta shall spend the rest of their 7 janmas in boilers of hell!! 

1:00 PM Picture this: A sunny afternoon, a four hour grueling session by various Civil Engineering lecturers [who insist on everyone keeping your pens busy while they impart some of the earthmoving, path-breaking (literally!!) concepts]is behind you, the day’s hard-work is behind you. A look at the freshly mown upper lawns of BIT is enough to bring memories of the cosy retreat of your room and the all comfortable cot. You hasten your way past the group of guys who always discuss the same things (Whos dating whom?) on the way back. Aaah!! the hostel comes into sight! You leave the wagging tongues and their tiresome topics far behind and skip your way to the entrance. With every last ounce of energy you can summon you reach your room. In one graceful movement you are inside and your bag is flung to the far corner of the room. In another rare display of dexterity and speed you are in comfortable clothes. Aaaah!Bliss!Peace!!....at this point mind goes into a reverie and somehow you end up trying to recollect all the synonyms of bliss that Barrons had taught you…..pointless…you give up … . Just then somebody outside is excitedly shouting that the exam dates are out! Another complains how hot the days have become…yet another spotted the Greyscale(the hostel dog) giving birth to an adorable pup…somebody else can’t understand what Jlo sees in her latest man…MORONS! …whatever! Now comes the moment of reckoning…..you could get out and face the endless problems that the world seems to have or seek refuge in the sprawling bed. Hell! Thats a no-brainer!. Give the world the (metaphorical or literal) finger! And collapse into the bed in one heap. Pull the thick razai on…aaah! DARKNESS  SILENCE  and most of all BLISS!!God if only this can last forever! Ohh! Shit the alarm!!Set the alarm for 4:00 pm and then ZZZZZZZZZZZ. I am in the deepest depths of my siesta. No dreams, no ambitions, no expectations, just darkness…. and flight…Comfortably numb!

Some wise guy once said good things come in teeny little amounts. How true!!A loud knock on the door..knuckle on metal…”Hello!ello!lo!..Is there anybody in there?” ..still knocking……your first reaction is to snuggle deeper into the depths of the rajai….this despite the one wise guy in your brain who tells you that it won’t help…..after mumbling feebly to the guy at the door to go away…..you give up and open the door…. Almost always it’s that pesky guy who lives next door and always seeks your counsel on his project topic(WTF? Dude we study together for the exams and you know that I know shit about these things…just like you!) or that guy whose broom you had borrowed before the dawn of time it would seem and who has come back to reclaim what is rightfully his or another who just knocks to and when you open asks you if you were sleeping(the all too common and irritating "So rha tha kya?")…you say "yes"….but to your growing irritation he shows no signs of moving……he instead begins on how wonderful his new mobile is….no signs of moving still…..he continues to talk about how he plans to get a new pair of shoes to which you nod helplessly and forcefully prevent yourself from abusing his entire clan……BASTARD!does not want to move….ohh he is making subtle expressions that he wants to come in….no way buddy… I am not letting you pass…I make myself big across the doorway…Hey!I could do this all day long…if I m lucky I can even nod of to sleep and he won’t notice…Pink Floyd ”….your lips move and I can’t hear what you’re saying…” ...still endless shit about his mobile….YAWN!....ohh!let my guard down… the sly fox slips under my arms and into my room…Pink Floyd ”…my hands felt just like two balloons” … and spreads himself on my bed….. “Arey yaar wake me up in an hour will you?” he says and then before your anger numbed brain can conjure some excuse to claim the bed…he is sound asleep. And Pink Floyd in all their glory beat out “…the child is gone…the dream is gone….and I have become comfortably numb"