Aditi’s Diary #3

April 16, 2012 | Filed under: Stories | Posted by: KJ

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June: Roomies and Guilt trips!!

I’m at home; missing my friends. Unlike them, my home is not in a far-away state. The daily commute to and from college was too tedious for me. I felt tired and exhausted most of the time. My parents found the perfect solution: a private girls-only hostel!

Worst thing about this (apart from the greasy and bland food) is doing laundry. No matter how hard I try; I always end up with clothes scattered all around me- on the chair, by the study lamp, on the floor, in the bathroom.

One of my roomies is a cleanliness freak, bordering on OCD. She loves dusting and cleaning the whole room frequently (by frequently, I mean twice a day). On weekends she turns into a PART-TIME DHOBI:

THE WASH OFF

Step 1: Collect all the clothes and segregate into 2 groups – whites and colored.

Step 2: Soak the whites in a bucket of water and add some detergent along with it. Mimic a washing machine’s actions for a while minus the buzzing noise, mixing the detergent into water. Leave it for 10-15 minutes.

Step 3: Sit on a raised platform and take the clothes out from bucket one by one. Scrub them with soap to remove any stains.

Step 4: Rinse them one at a time in another bucket of clean water. Repeat for squeaky clean clothes.

Step 5: Wring and squeeze the clothes out, again one by one. Put it all in an empty bucket. Hang them on the clothesline to dry.

Step 6: Repeat steps 2 to 5 with remaining group.

At first, I tried to copy her (I felt so guilty). Besides she helped me adjust to my new surroundings. Soon the winters arrived. She continued with her regimen. I couldn’t. She would hoard all the hot water in our bathroom and wash her clothes with it. I was still a wide-eyed fuchcha; and she was a worldly-wise senior! I very politely asked her about this water situation. She was miffed. Apparently nobody had ever questioned her authority. Labelled the ‘rebel’, I ended up running to my home to get the laundry done!

My other roomie is this sweet girl, also a fuchcha like me. She has jars full of this unique type of aam ka aachar; seasoned with sugar instead of salt. I’m addicted to it! My ‘neighbor’ (lives in the next room) is a hardcore harry potter fan. Her towel has ‘long live harry potter’ written on it. Seriously!

Few days after the Valentine’s Day proposal, my crush-turned-bf dropped by my college and started flirting with the first girl he came across. He was supposed to pick me up for a trip to the mall. I caught him red-handed. He claimed that it was nothing. She was asking for directions.

When I told her, Nishu offered to do a background check on him (Being single really suits her) She promised to get back to me. And she did, almost a month later. I was prepared for the worst. Or so I had thought.

Nishu contacted our classmates (his ex-gfs) from school and got the info that he was a compulsive flirt and very ‘friendly’ guy. It was surreal; like an episode of emotional atyachar. Without the public humiliation in front of cameras. Still, it hurt. I decided to confront him. He confessed and assured me that this time there will be no mistakes. I wasn’t expecting that. We mutually decided to take this really slow. The old ‘get to know each other better’ excuse.

It’s not technically a breakup. I’m not sure about this. Binged on chocolates to get over my guilt pangs.

Exams went fine as usual.

Last year I was here in December and lady voldemort was heaping praises on me. This time, it was her mom! Auntyji wanted me to guide her little girl. She was very persuasive. Hell, she almost emotionally blackmailed me into it. Thus the foundation of ‘ADITI COACHING CLASSES’ was laid. It was a perfect chance to vent out all my anger towards her in a constructive manner. Poor Voldy had no idea.

Voldy thanked me when the crash course ended. More feelings of guilt. More chocolates, please!

Gained 5 kilos from all my guilt trips.

I’m a mess!

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