Only after making several rounds of CCW office and hostel office do you learn the importance of keeping our mess card safe. And you also learn how IIT, although being an autonomous institute, is filled with dumb government officials.
Yesterday on an exquisite morning, when the birds were chirping very sweetly, when the weather was as awesome as it can be in Chennai, when there was slight fog and chillness in the air, when you felt as if you could go on jogging in those beautiful surroundings forever, and when you were persistently reminded of the awesome atmosphere around you, I along with my 2 friends strolled along the path towards Himalaya for breakfast at around 8:30 am. This has been a custom for the past couple of weeks of so -- not the weather, the breakfast. After we returned to our hostel, I washed my clothes and along with it, my mess card too.
But I was oblivious of this till today morning when again it was time for breakfast! Yes, I missed lunch yesterday and Prateek gave a solid treat at Ascendas last night; really solid, just as his ratio of internship-remuneration to efforts-put-in-last-2-months!! So today morning I searched for my mess card in the pockets of my already dried shorts and there it was, a bit scrambled but in a manageable condition. Again we strolled towards Himalaya for our breakfast although the weather wasn't that sexy. As a repeat of yesterday, I washed my clothes after taking bath and along with them, my mess card as well. Only this time, I realized this just after putting the clothes for drying. So I hurriedly took the mess card out of my shorts as if my life depended on it.
Mistake. Big Mistake! Without delay, the drowning mess card sacrificed it's life and lay before Prateek and me in multiple pieces (At that time I realized that the it's colour was dark red; maroon to be precise). And thus started my journey: first to the hostel office where I was greeted with very very kind words(read: f*** off) and then to the CCW office where after writing a letter and roaming in and out of several rooms, I learned that I needed the signature of our generous, humble and humorous warden(read: I always know more than you, moron). But the CCW person was assuring me, "Don't worry. After you get the warden's sign, the letter will be forwarded to the CCW. After he signs on it, it will come back to me. Then, you can collect your mess card from me."
Whenever you ask yourself, "How worse can it get?" Destiny gives you the answer fast and nice. I found out that the warden is out of station! Alas! I thought, 'Wow, I am so lucky!'(read: I am as unfortunate as the dog named Lucky). But Destiny isn't that cruel. The hostel office wierdo told me that he will try to contact the warden to get the sign and asked me to come tomorrow and check again.
So, the procedure is again going to start tomorrow. Please hope the best for me. Let the RR mess people be kind and merciful upon me. Thanks for reading my blabber. I hope you will keep the mess card in ambient conditions in the near future. Bye.
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