when in india

It’s been three months since i came to india…and i’ve shifted to the hostel…it’s not a good thing i can tell you that much..
…It builds character they say..If at all ya’ll wanna build “character” come to india,really..You’ll build enough character to last you a lifetime,and your children too..
People here are some of the crudest and downright most horrible i’ve ever come across…they have absolutely no qualms about cutting in line(in almost everything that require’s a que),they’ll cut it..

And oh ya,never forget disgusting..for example: you see a blocked sink..what to you do?,A) use someother sink b)use the blocked sink like it’s the most natural thing to do and even blow your nose in it for good measure c) refer B..yup.as you could see that coming,most folks here opt for B.
I really can’t imagine living with these animals for the next year..each time i use the washroom,i always feel im that much closer to contracting AIDS..It’s horrendous,cats have better hygiene than some of these degenerates here..you can see that clearly when you use the washroom…trust me..

and let me share with you good people out there how the toilets here gets cleaned..see,a few days back i was brushing my teeth at 5.45am(to avoid bathroom congestion),yeah so anyway,i was happily brushing when i heard something behind me..so i turned around and saw this dog..yes dog..so we had this little staring match that lasted for about 30 seconds(rough estimation),before i tried my level best to shoo it away..1st thing,dogs or any other animal for that matter shouldn’t be in a hostel..Probably the guard manning the front gate had gone to la la land,or must have probably died,seeing how this beast had sneakily and not to mention stealthily walked 500m and climbed a flight of stairs and made its way to the washroom located at the end of the building..
That must have been one smart dog i guessed..anyway,the dog didnt budge an inch at my frail attempt of evicting it out of the washroom..so i gave up.the beast then smugly made it’s way to the toilet section of the washroom…so about 5 minutes after brushing my teeth,i peeked behind the sinks just to see what the dog was up to…And to my utter disgust the dog was in the bowl “cleaning” it..mind you the bowl was filthy when i first got there..
so yeah,these are the kinda things i have to deal with..ive never seen such horror in my life before..The problem is not the dog,its the two legged kind that’s to be blamed..why can’t they freakin clean after themselves??..And these monsters are supposed to be students attending professional courses…

By luckily i have my room..it’s my sanctuary..i might sound abit unwell in the head but that’s what i feel…my sanctuary,where none of these animals can get in..muahahha…i feel so safe here..But once i step out,it’s a different world by itself,a cold and uncompromising one..
And not to forget the cafeteria..the food sucks..the other day,i swear my breakfast was supposed to be oil..i had this thing which had curry leaves in them,and the oil!!,,the amount of it!!…You could friggin collect the oil,gas up an entire spaceship and fly you to pluto and back with it..it was really that much..

basically i hate the hostel..its a dump..these cheapasses take like rm 3000 for this shithole.the nerve of them..and every morning i have to get up at 5.45am to avoid contact with the folks living here..and i swear the management uses water from the antartic ocean to run the bathrooms..its freezing!..the 1st time i took my bath here,i could feel pneumonia consuming my lungs the moment i splashed some of that infernal water on me…i went numb all over and almost passed away right there in the bathroom,before i came to my senses and dried myself,and just FYI,that is not how i imagine my demise to be.Never try to be MR.macho and bathe in the mornings here,unless you’re deliberately planning to end your life by freezing to death in a dirty hostel bathroom.

And not to forget 24\7 its basically either hindi or kannada(not to be confused with canada,canada’s nice,karnataka’s not) being spoken around me..so that gets em ol nerves sometimes..but i deal with it..basically i deal with god knows what here.no matter how much i dont want to,but i have too…Sometimes i miss home alot..atleast people back home are civilized.i think more than anything i miss civilization..even now as im writing this, a cricket match(did i mention i hate cricket?,it the pansiest of all sports known to mankind) is going on..and i guess each time india scores something or knocks the opponent out with their bats or whatever it is they’re supposed to do,these apes here go ballistic and hoot and shriek like little ferrall children..and loudly too!!..and 11 in the night!!!;;god have mercy on my soul..what did i really do to deserve this?..if this is karma then im SORRY OK!!!,i wont do whatever i did to deserve this, ever again..*sniff*

so yeah..that’s how its like for me here..I like classes though..atleast i get to meet people with manners..not all of them,but some nice ones..But the point being,im not cultured for this kind of environment..im not being conceited or anything..but im just not..
I have loads more to write about this place,but time’s running out..i gotta go sleep..I hope atleast tonight,no one will be playing a match of football at 3 in the morning against my door…
sweet sweet dreams…good evening then..