From Prison to Freedom

Hey its lunch time and the only option we have is to go back to our hostel 6 mess and enjoy the utterly non enjoyable food which sometime makes me feel that I am a convict sitting in a prison mess, with all other convicts around me, enjoying the rat food.

So once again I am back to the prison mess to watch people hog (that includes me too). Guy sitting next to me is my cell neighbor and is about to die in a short span of time. He expects a five star 4 course meals from our really really poor mess. Unable to feed himself on the rat food he is getting weak , so people join your hands and pray for him that he dies soon and break free from the daily horror that he faces. The person sitting in front of me is some M.Tech guy who is alive on a liquid diet. Everyday he drinks 4-5 glasses of curd (it’s not a grammatical mistake it’s actually “glass full of curd”). Guy sitting on my right hand side is a true patriot and follows a self made formula “6 roti+2 bowl daal + 2 bowl vegetable + plate full of rice + 10 green chillies = good boy”. So this good boy has a dream of doing Ph.D on his self made formula and prove to the world that every boy can be a good boy. People sitting next to table **%@#@#**&^^%#@@##
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I can go on and on and on about my prison mess experience but it will become an essay not a blog so I prefer to stop here.

Hey lastly about me and what I am doing here. I am trying to relish the prison food (which I try everyday and fail). I am waiting for my convict friends to finish so we can walk back to our road to happiness “The Road to IDC” taking a mid way stop at staff canteen.