secret life of a hostilite

dinner disaster😲😧🤤

What? In too much hurry to be away from the family or your annoying sibling?
Good grief! If you live in a joint family. Only Allah knows the level of your desperation to spread your wings and fly high🤣. In all such haste , you forgot the most important detail the lack of home made food😋. when you are living a life of a gypsie. Yeah that is what I call all of the hostilites who are away from their home either due to work or due to studies. No doubt Prophet SAWW said, "Seek knowledge even if you have to travel as far as China".
Point is when there is no home so no home made food for you hungary babies! Its a deal, either take it as it is or leave it all.
Living in a university or college dorm, mostly you are provided with the mess and obvioualy such a moustached and masculine cooks working there cant have a motherly "mamta" in their cooking🤣😂😅. Our mommies truly have spoiled us. This is one of the common problem of every hostilite no matter how good the facilities are provided to you. No goodies can beat mom's cooking. Take it as a blessing if you are provided with a kitchen like us (Punjab University's girls hostels are  provided with the kitchens). You can always fix the food given in the mess or cook something on your own if you are "sughar" enough .
(sughar in urdu means champion of household. Usually a compliment for a girl in Pakistan. Your author is free from such a title🤣😂).
I was covering miles which were seening tonns heavy due to returning to the campus again. The travel to hone is way to easier than the one back to the pavillion. Bus seems like going at the snail's pace in the dark dawn of janaury. Janaury is a time of the year when whole Punjab, Pakistan is foggy and travelling on the motorway is like straight into the horror film where your very own author is the famous "pichal peeri"🤣 (witch commonly refer in our local stories as the one with feet inverted and is supposed to be hell scary).
The crying of the engine acts as a lullaby and I was snoring. Atleast somethings feels motherly away from home. I am not a mama's girl but even I feel like throwing tabturms at her at home because there is no way anybody else is going to buy that🤷‍♀. Reached campus and told my self "Bon Apetite" before having that 0 .00000005 star of a hotel ny mess was😅. Sometimes I feel like having a candle light and bacj ground nusic while eating saltless and oily dushes served there!🤦‍♀. Bro we are full of life people never forget the humour even there🥃🕯🕯.

Next day I went to the department with a heart weighing as much as Mark Henry! Because neither I like to study or have the stress of exams but doing it because every good stusent do that. I wanted to open a street side dhaba but my parents seeing such seriousness in my tone drag me by my ear to the degree college😂🤣😅. Yaar ye dunyaaa buht zalim he😧😓 (World is too cruel for an innocent , sweet, cute , talented person like me. I wonder ppl didnt get diabetes due to my prescence in this world 🤔).
An angel in disguise of a pretty lady came. Her face as bright as the light at the end of the dusk😗. Her aura as rich as gold. Her eyes as kind as that of mother taressa. She was holding a box and By Allah she looks like a those sisters shown on tv caryying sacred things. She was one and only , Meesha Barney. Our day scholar. And the box she brought had a scrumptious Beryani (spicy dish of rice). At that moment it wasnt less than that of a "Manno Selwa". Manno selwa was ofcourse sent by Almighty to the people of Prophet Moses (AS) when they left egypt. The only difference in Beryani and that Mano selwa was ofcourse Prophet (AS) and me knowing its value really unlike those ungratefuls🤣😂😅  . Yeah the scene of Majority hostilites class was like that of zombie apocalypse in Michael Jackson's thriller🧟‍♀🧟‍♂

We attack like an army full of hungary wolves and like we wont be getting any food after that. So next time bringing such an exotic thing to a hostel beware of consequnces⚠️⚠️.
Plus it never hurts to lift a finger than die of hunger. Because am sure complaining and whining about mess takes more mitochondria than abything else.

One thing I forgot to mention was the wrong practise of expecting homey feeling from what is served in the mess. Specially in my case, during serving all uncles  wear cap for hygiene sake. Comically uncle is bald from mid and there are only frils of hair on the side of his head. When he wears that surgical cap, the cover all his already cleared head while his hair hanging out. I specifically laugh at that . From which germs we are taking precautions here🤷‍♀ ladies and gentlemen.
Plus the "cat situation" in hostels mess. Ugh, even the memory of it makes me feel full. One of the reasons I cant eat in the mess. Cats jumping from table to table like an expert acrobat especially when there is chicken and even veggies😲. One day I literally asked,"dude let me remind you, you are a carnivore". I said to our main mess staff that even countthe cat for attendence and he was laughing at that
Choti choti shehron me bari bari batien ho jati hn. Tnsion nahi leni bus aap ne😂😅🤣. (this little things happens . Its no biggie. You dont need to stress yourself )