Hapless Campus dudes who misconstrue binge drinking to be cool

A few moments before Sunday dawn, am woken up by the outside chants and noisy drunkards’ conversation that has now grown closer to my door. A strong whiff of marijuana peers through the aeration space beneath and above the door. Crashes of bottles breaking on the floor are heard followed by a few exchanges, a fight and then a groan of someone puking. They have done it again on my door, these eccentric neighbours!

You see people, there’s nothing as good as having a good neighbour in the college hostel, but so is the reverse true! Back in the hostels, whenever I get down to take a rest, the adjacent Room 124 residents have always been generous enough to invite me to their “smoke-party”. Any moment they are in, their room is thick with bhang smoke and windows tightly closed. Tonnes of Marijuana fumes fill the corridors in less than a minute. They smoke with passion! By virtue of osmosis and diffusion, I too have become a partaker, though involuntary. The effect is a lot worse when they get down to the bottle; tipsy and destructive!