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It is nearing that time of the year again– College:Miserable Year-II Of is about to commence.

Technically, we have half a month to kill before we get there,  but the ingenious founding fathers of said college apparently had strong sadistic appetites that require us to spend about a week in Camp, to be sated. I, as part of the National Sports Org. ( it only sounds fancy, we’ve never done anything worth a mention) have to stay at the hostel and run around campus for about two hours, daily.

Issues I have with this:

1. Hostel = Ugh! I’ve no issues with hostels in general, but our campus is pretty crappy. True story: Some kid injured his head because a fan fell on it !( They rushed him to the hospital, and my dad treated him, so this really isn’t just me taking advantage of artistic license.)

2. OK, so I run around for two hours. Great. That gives me.. 24-2=22 HOURS WITH NOTHING TO DO! ( I’m not going to factor sleep-time in, seeing as I just don’t think I’ll be able to.)

I wish I was exaggerating, but honestly our campus boasts:

i) Library with exactly ZERO non-academic-related books.

ii) One ground inhabited by (and I kid you not!) one family of pigs, a host of camouflage-savvy snakes, hanging worms ( no, really) and other such depressing fauna.

iii) No real internet, so to speak of.

iv) I cannot watch four episodes of House a day and then be swallowed by a vortex of self-made depression upon re-realizing that, at this rate, I’m going to catch up with the rest of the world and will soon have to wait a week for episodes, just like everyone else. ( I’ve been watching the show online for a little over a month now, and am half-way through Season 6.)

v) Will be forced to do my own laundry because  I am required to wear the ‘NSO uniform’ for the 2-hour sessions during which I will actually be doing something sports-related. And when I say ‘uniform’, you should picture  men’s disco pants from the ’70s.

vi)Despite these less-than-satisfactory events that I must partake in , I do not actually want to kick the bucket. And yet, if I eat at my college’s ‘canteen’..

vii) I will have nothing to do.

viii) I will have nothing to do.

ix) I will have nothing to do!

X) I WILL.. Maybe I will eat at the canteen!

Sigh.

I don’t suppose you want to listen to me whine much longer, and honestly, neither do I. So, here are some photos from better times ( my all-too-short vacation):

That's right. We went boating.

That's right. We went boating.

We had bright orange life-jackets on and everything.

#2

Did I mention the mangrove?

We sailed through this mangrove, went right up to the sea. We might have gone  a little further, but my aunt was convinced that she was going to, uh, die. In the four-feet of water beneath us. So, then, we turned back.

#3

…Which turned out not to be such  a bad thing, since our guide decided to take us through narrower waterways. These were beautiful, although at times we had to crouch low so as not to have our eyes gouged out by low-hanging twigs.

#4

"Light at the end of the tunnel"

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..And back out in the open.

#6

The End

We were pretty exhausted for a bunch of people who had done nothing but sit on a boat for about an hour and a half. But it was pretty awesome.

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