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Renesa Farewell Edition 2021
Monday Bliss Written By: Shivansh Shandilya Illustrated By: Sakshi Hirani
“When I head to my hostel mess, the heavenly aroma of gourmet delicacies awaits me.” I don’t miss home these days. It seems like only a month ago that I joined the institute. It was, in fact, just a month ago. Somehow, my excitement has not waned even a bit in all these days. I spring out of bed with bubbling enthusiasm in the morning, and after the swim at the on-campus swimming pool, I come back to my gorgeous hostel. When I head to my hostel mess, the heavenly aroma of gourmet delicacies awaits me. I smile. It seems like I am doing that a lot these days, not because it takes considerably fewer muscles than frowning, but because life’s full of roses and sunshine at the campus. They say ignorance is bliss. Well, if that’s true, then my institute must be ignorance. After my hearty breakfast, I take one of the four functional elevators to reach the ground floor. I smile because there’s no overcrowding at all. As I exit the hostel premises, I see 9 squeaky clean buses lined up in a queue in front of the building. The institute wants its services to be readily available to everyone. They are a considerate bunch. I look forward to the classes as I sit down in one of
those inviting buses with a driver who loves his job. The classes are amazing! You see, professors in my college know exactly what they’re teaching and have a knack for explaining seemingly dull, insipid concepts in a way that makes you not want to quit engineering and look for alternative professional avenues. Today is a half day, I realize with my heart sinking. I really look forward to my lab sessions. Oh well, at least it’s just the start of the week. Plenty of time before the dreadful weekends come knocking on the funfest. That makes me chirpy again. I reach my hostel room after another delicious lunch at the mess. Isn’t it wonderful when authorities care? I have heard horror stories about hostel messes serving food with non-edibles such as hair follicles, thumb-pins, and the occasional baby cockroaches. Boy, am I glad that’s not my problem to deal with. These people always dot their t’s and cross their i’s. As I settle down at my desk in my air-conditioned hostel room, I feel
reinvigorated at the prospect of revising what was taught today in class. After a stretch of four hours of studying, I head out through the thoroughly sanitized and centrally air-conditioned corridors towards the bathroom for a quick shower. I stand before one of the many unbroken, spotless mirrors and wash away all the germs and bacteria from my face. Don’t you just love it when there are no suspicious-looking water puddles in your washrooms? It sure does light up my day. Other college hostels have institutions for redressal of complaints and grievances. We don’t have one because there’s nothing to complain about in the first place. “Excuse me sir, I’d like to complain about the fully-equipped, ultra-modern, bleeding edge, stateof-the-art geysers in the washroom.” Can you imagine anyone ever saying that? Oh, I lost track of time again. I figure that I need to hurry up. I definitely don’t want to miss the opening ceremony of the annual EDM night.
