Hostelites vs day-scholars!!!
Hostelites
vs day-scholars!!!
-Lubaba Mukhtar, 1st year
When I’m sitting at home (on the weekend) and writing about
this hostelites vs day-scholars’ (who’s at more advantage) topic, its really
easy to be biased towards the day-scholars and their homely comforts. In the
university hours, when the two teams “hostelites and day-scholars” come
anywhere near each other: the scenes, the dialogues exchanged and the looks
thrown at each other are definitely worth a million bucks of entertainment. :D
HOSTEL BIRTHDAY PARTIES:
Scene 1: a group of hostelites slumbering (the usual behavior
of most hostelites) on the bench right in front of where a bunch of
day-scholars are already sitting (that’s what most day scholars do) in the
lecture theatre.
1st girl: oh God yar, couldn’t study anatomy at
all, the birthday party of “a certain girl” in the nearby room took up all the
evening! It was so much fun by the way, I mean we don’t even know them that
well, but still it was so sweet of them to invite us over; such a delicious
cake they had ordered! J
2nd girl: (yawning) yup, I am so sleepy after the
late night shugal, but these parties are gonna keep popping up, another
birthday’s coming next week, it’s gonna be super dooper fun.
THE EXAGGERATED STORY...
(a day-scholar behind them with a Laiq Hussain histology in
her hand feels so strongly like asking them to keep their loud speakers in
control but masters the urge and goes on studying, while trying hard to keep
her thoughts away from the party being discussed, but, alas, all in vain!) ;-)
REALITY:
A party was definitely going on in the nearby room, but there
was no invitation, no cake, and no shughal, just:
Apni
room mate ki birthday to bohat dooor hai :(
Chawal log, invite nai kar skte thay....
The homely
comforts:
Scene 2: A hostelite standing bored near a cadaver in the
D.H, suddenly the sound of an interesting story is carried to her by “of course
the vibrations of particles in the air” (she wasn’t eavesdropping at all!). And
ta daaa, the story goes:
1st day-scholar: buddy, I’m so glad I’m not a
hostelite, I mean I can’t imagine how I would’ve survived. You can totally
relate to what I mean, right? We get home, mum’s already laid the table and we
only have to wash up and sit down comfortably with no worries of rushing to the
mess. And we even have the solace and satisfaction of eating the best food in
the world “mum made food”
2nd day
scholar: yeah, you’re right! Poor hostelites, it’s kind of tough to serve your
own self every day.
Oh yeah! I’m a mummy's baby!
And the hostelite near them feels like stuffing something
into their mouths…
Friends’
together means fun…
Another very familiar story heard by the day-scholars to make
them pity themselves is when the hostelites talk of the various ways in which
they had fun together. When day-scholars are stuck at home with their boring,
old; or irritating little siblings, the hostelites have the advantage of the
always available, entertaining company of their age-fellows.
Life's good with friends...
And the day scholars:
Sitting at home alone in a snit, getting bored to death by
the monotonous routine!!
Why the hell is life so boriiiing????
REALITY:
Actually the same friends with whom we’re stuck 24/7 are not
always that fun to be with. When a person is desperate to have some quiet and
peace, it’s very much possible that the other person’s in a total mood of
fiasco. Then the mutual feelings are not always that amicable…
Can u pleaaase staple your beak for
just five minutes????
And no matter how much a hostelite pretends that she doesn’t
miss her maaika (home) in her sasuraal (hostel), there is definitely the saas
(hostel food) and nand (homesickness) to stimulate tear glands sometimes…
talking on the phone with family...
Group study
(a blessing or curse??):
Aaaaah, the famous words of every senior to any freshmen
hostelite: “bachoooo, mil beth ke parhai karo, asaani ho jae gi!” Like
seriously? Are we gonna study the drab and dreary biochemistry (the colorless
lipids, the odorless proteins, the tasteless carbohydrates) together, but
really; “gross” anatomy is much more palatable when studied together!
nothing's that boring when we
do it together...
And the bone crushing, heart palpitating, depressing,
maddening and never ending course of M.B.B.S is made a lot easier when
shared….when its burden has to be carried alone then we look more like:
Such good exercise for my
almost non-existent biceps and triceps...
And studying alone is more like singing the most melodious
lullaby to yourself…
Hostel
spying bureau (HSB):
It’s a special agency founded by the girls of the hostel
(sometimes day scholars also enroll themselves in this agency for training).
The basic aim of this agency are:
1) Spying on
every girl possible within a 50 room radius.
2) Finding out
every possible book that a nearby or even a faraway girl is studying.
3) Always
lying about what and how much you have studied.
4) Never
believing what the other person tells about their studies.
TEST: If you want to check whether
anyone is a member of this intelligence agency then check if they say the
following things everywhere (from the washroom to the mess-room)
1-kitna parh liya hai?
2-kon konsi books use kar rai ho
for _ _ subject?
3- me ne to kuch nai parha yar, bs
time hi nai mila, shughal laga rahe thay sara din…
4- test kaisa hua?
5- substage me kitnay marks hain?
There are certain other identifying
characters of this agency’s members but my research is not yet so extensive,
I’ll try to become a member and keep everyone updated with this important
information.
The members may look like any of
these:
when spying in the
corridors….
when spying in the lawns...
when spying on the neighbours...
Running
after the bus…
All the day scholars can pretend that they get up from a much
more comfortable bed and come from much more desirable abode than hostelites
but hostelites do not have to run after their buses when they are running late;
they only have to walk down the shortest distance possible from their hostels
to the lecture theatres, now that’s a big advantage, right?
And so, the files of this case are closed without any
conclusion, no judge can decide this case, no lawyer can win the case for any
one side. It was, is and will remain an unresolved case unless and until all
hostels are demolished. :D
Ah the inevitable dorm vs home debate! Does it ever end?!
ReplyDeleteStill for me,leaving home was this big "coming of age " thing. As the testament says,adulthood is all about giving up childish things and in my case,giving up all the comforts of home was the ultimate ushering into the world of adults!
Living on my own has taught me so much that I would never have learnt with in the confines of my home. I go to late night gatherings,attend all sorts of literary events,go to all of my favorite book shops and spend as much as I want on books,clothes and fast food.
All this would have been completely unacceptable to my rather conservative family. Dorm has made a different man of me. And I so love the cultural scene in Lahore!
So yes,I have no regrets about leaving home( expect perhaps the sole fact that I miss my mom terribly, but hey,you cant spend your entire life sitting in mama's lap!)
exams ki preparation kasai karunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn?
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