The 4 + 1 Kanyas in my Room

“Jhalak Dikhlaajaa….. Jhalak Dikhlaajaa….." , went the song in the radio when I was happily climbing the stairs returning from the office to the hostel. Surprise!!!!! I saw loads of luggage at the door of my room. Some new inmates I guessed…. Ya… I was right… 3 gals had come. ‘chalo…’, I thought…. ‘ new company in the room’. Till then me, Maha & a school teacher whom we call Aunty had been living. Now here were the new additions. Before the kanyas, I spoke to their moms. They were busy supervising the place their daughters were supposed to live. I assured them saying everything was gud, the stay, the fud, the facilities… bla…bla… bla…. They left the place after getting convinced. Another gal made entry in our room the next day.

I didn’t have any grudge on any of the gals, within 3 days, they started showing their real colors. Infact this aunty had made our living miserable, to add to this…. here they were the 4 hopeless kanyas…. with complete support from this aunty. They leave the hostel by 7 in the morning. Me and Maha around 9. These kanyas get up at 5 or 5.30 & purposely disturb our sleep. They open and close the bathroom doors, the cupboard with a thud. Even the buckets are kept making sound. I requested one of them not to make the noise.. but one of the gal whom I call 4 foot asked, ‘should I do it in a slow motion’.

Maaaannn….. I hate that 4 foot. I feel like reaching my hands to her neck. The other 3 gals are OK in their place. They infact are her chamchis. If she is not in the place, the other gals are bheegi billis. Really… this 4 foot has a lot & lot of ego in her. Only I don’t say this, the whole of the hostel gals support my sentence. To add to this they put some special effects which increases my temper. They are not at all hygienic, manner less, no good communication. They eat in a plate whose shape is like the ones given in jails. I was wondering the company which hired them didn’t find any other candidates or what. Now I don’t have any value for that company also. They even break many rules of the hostel.

From the day they have come I and Maha have lost our sleep. They have crossed their limits.
If they had any topic to speak about us, it would be in Tamil. They assumed we don’t understand, I don’t but Maha does. My translator would translate each sentence and tell me abt their conversation. Once it so happened that one of the kanyas saw Maha speaking to the maid in Tamil. She stood there with her mouth wide opened. The news spread to the other gang members by evening and since then they have stopped talking abt us. Bahanda photo gaya na ke Maha understud Tamil….

Preeti is a budding shayari (hope word is correct) these days…. The sole inspiration & motivation being the chaar foot. She uses so many cosmetics to become fair (she is basically very dark). Other gals in the hostel call her SNOW WHITE. The way she scrubs her face reminds me of how ppl scrub the wash basin…. The way she luks, the way she walks….. my god!!!!
Ok, here goes the shayri….

Toh arz kiya hai…………. “Koi ladka agar mere place mein hota….. aur uske nakhre jhatke dekhta……”
(say wah wah plz……. Thank u)
“Koi ladka agar mere place mein hota….. aur uske nakhre jhatke dekhta……,
Behosh ho kar bechara, phir kabhi nahi uthta..”

Howzaaaaaattttt?????
I enjoyed sharing with Maha. What laugh we had!! Infact I said this in front to f the char foot. I donno if she understood…..

There is open partiality n politics going on in the hostel. Even the sister is not gud with us these days, she is supporting the gals who are not to be supported.
The so called aunty is a school teacher for name sake. I donno wat she is teaching the children there. Once she was telling me, “ molle…. you go & live in a PG or a hostel where your people live (she meant the ppl of my caste…. hopeless she is….) you will find your fud there too…”. Never expected such a sentence from a teacher who should be teaching about unity……..

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