Sorority fever

The drawbacks of being in a boys’ hostel


Scene 1:
It was a dark night. The cold wind was blowing at a lethal speed. Everyone was in their rooms, either doing the stuff they had stayed for the winters for, or doing the project work they had been assigned to cover it up. Any ways, let me not embarrass people. But this is a harsh (not Harsh’s) reality. So, here I was, in my warm blanket, seeing a movie when there was a knock at my room. I was terrified to hear it as it was very late in the night or rather too early in the morning and I neither could guess of who was outside, nor did I want to come out of my closet. But the knock came again and I, with great difficulty and reluctance, came out of my blanket, hoping that the person better have something important to say. I opened the door, looking for a figure in the dark background as the gap between the door and the wall widened. As my eyes acclimatized to the dim light outside (watching the laptop with lights off can constrict your pupil more than they are in the bright sunlight), I could see two white balls hanging in the mid air. Then the shock reached me. It was Divyam. He pushed me into the room, closed the door from inside, knelt down on his knees (it was all confusing to me, but his kneeling down on his knees gave me the feeling that he was going to propose me and with him, it was all the more likely) and said, “Please be my sis! Please be my sis on Sorority Life”. The hope in those two “hanging in the mid air” white balls was completely evident. And I became his (now I seriously doubt my use of pronouns) sister and became Lady Newton.

Scene 2:
Coming out of the Mechatronics Lab one day, Divyam whispered in to my ear, “Now our Sports Secretary is also my Sister”. Pushkar was his sister from even before me. Divyam’s family was fast expanding. Now he was on level 16, the world’s number one having the level 202. No wonder he was not going to stop.

Scene 3:
It was round about 10-15 minutes from my time of waking up one morning when I suddenly found myself in a wooden house, the kind of house you would associate with classical British families, wooden with glass panes, with elegant furniture and woolens hanging in the courtyard outside. Similar houses were visible outside the window. The place was strange, but some hoe it looked very familiar, maybe from a movie….Yes… from the movie I had just seen in the night. But what am I doing here? I was in my hostel! I stood up from the bed. My robes were smooth and my hands were unusually fair. What has happened to me? I went to the mirror to have a closer look. And then I knew what had happened to me. I saw a beautiful, charming, fair, red haired and sexy girl, looking back at me in the mirror. This was not an illusion. It was me myself, but the appearance was similar to Lady Newton. But it did not come as a shock to me.
I knew it was a dream and it will soon be over, despite the realness in everything. After all, I had had stranger dreams before. It only made me think that the quality of my dreaming has enhanced tremendously. I hope there was a competition for realness of dreams, the best simulation software lies right inside our own brains. Now everything looks so real. This reminded me of the Matrix. I went to the bed and lay down again, closing my eyes, opening them now and then in anticipation that I would wake up in my own room in Kumaon hostel. Somehow, it was taking time and after my twentieth trial, I thought that maybe I am too soundly asleep and foolishly started shouting at the roof, as if it will open up in my mind. But I could not hear my own voice. This was strange. I looked outside my window and there was no one on the street. Now, the panic was starting to settle in. I pinched myself on the hand, on the cheek, on the tongue, I went to the bathroom and washed my face (I could have done a lot of things there but I resisted myself, the need of the hour was to get out). Nothing happened. And then, suddenly out of nowhere, a door appeared in my room. Someone is hacking my simulation. Awesome!!!
The person to enter was myself; in the male form. I was suddenly looking very ugly to myself (or I am rather, it only takes different eyes to realize). He came near to me and took my hands into his.
“Never ever in my dreams have I seen such a woman!”
He kissed my hands and then started playing with my hair. The ugly beast was no match to my beauty and charm, I thought, but then I thought, “He is me. At least I should not betray him.” And I let him seduce me. I don’t remember having any lovely feeling for him (I think that is the thing I missed in my simulation, the female hormones). But he never went very far. In the mid of the process, he asked me in my ears, “How many articles have we collected for the next Campus Rumpus?” and unlike the other voices, this one was very loud and it echoed in the entire room and slowly it entered into my mind and it went off like an explosion. How many articles……. Next campus rumpus…….. How many articles?
I closed my eyes, and waited for the voice to calm down. But it never died, it only reduced its distortion, lowered its amplitude and filtered itself and then came back to me more definitely.
“How many articles have we collected for the next Campus Rumpus.”
I woke up in the bed of my own in my hostel. I rushed to the mirror, only to find myself becoming back the ugly beast, but back to myself. I was happy, and I realized that it took only BSP to wake me up.
Now that was a nightmare.



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