The rumblings start early on and when i mean early i mean really early(at least for me...how else would 5 am be to a compulsive sleeper). Though the turbulence isint enough to dislodge you from your bed, the unmistakable stench of the toilet permeates the room and is sufficient to trouble your nostrils to an extent that you rather wake up than snug under that blanket of yours.
Welcome to a daily morning routine in a paying guest(PG) accommodation in Bangalore, the IT capital of India. The abode of thousands of non locals, PGs are the home away from away. The home tag might be a little too exaggerating, especially for those like me who have been residing in PG for just over a month now but i guess its better than sleeping in the streets and shivering to death.
Ok i am deviating now..back to my shoe-boxish room...my room mate and long time friend Balaji wakes me up..”dai palani...dai” and i slowly start to realize i have woken up to yet another monotonous day of work. Contrast this with home..mother comes along..tells me to wake up and my response is way too obvious to be spelt out. Chances of me waking up for the next ten minutes is so low that mother doesn’t even bother to come back and allows me to get out of my sleep(slumber?) on my own terms. God, i miss those days.
Its not all over when u have just woke up, in fact the ordeal has just begun. Somebody is stepping on your heels all the time. Get prepared to be screamed at if you take that extra minute to complete any of your morning chores. You will always be burdened with the thought that even a small lapse on your part can screw up your roomies day. Frankly it took me some time to get used that.
After getting all decked up for work, i pay a visit to Maaji Sagar along with my friends. Its the only decent restaurant you can find in this side of the electronics city where i am residing. We have been to that restaurant so many times now that the waiters there make that customary salute to us whenever we enter. Though the food there is eatable it doesn’t even come close to my mother’s cooking. Those super soft idlly’s , the mouth watering dosais she makes beckon me everyday.
Weekends are not weekends anymore. They are just part of the week, days when u wash your clothes, catch up with the outside world and more importantly study for those frightening online assessments that crop up periodically. Gone are the days where i used to dump my clothes into the laundry basket and expect them to come back clean and folded and smelling of jasmines(jasmine flavour detergent...:))
Television and the internet are luxuries now, something i would have taken for granted just a few months back. Limited access to the internet makes you sick and probably forget why u wanted to go online anyway and shared television means that you have to watch what the majority wants to.
Working life is so much different from that of college. It certainly reminds me of the much clichéd “life on the fast track” .PGs are instruments that facilitate that fast life and will remain so for many more years to come.
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