Posted by Anonymous on Thursday May 25, @07:45AM
You wake up one morning to find that the world around you has changed, not only the world but you too, your anatomy, your body everything.......but your spirit is the same.
(* Well! I have not yet risen to the status of great writers to assume a pseudonym but sometimes it becomes imperative to mask yourself so I have dubbed myself as Anonymous*)
I was disturbed by a persistent hum near my ears, tried to ward it off, but this mosquito won't go. Exasperated,I woke up. I felt a bit uneasy, could'nt conjoin myself to the surrounding. Everything seemed changed. I thought this mosquito has got on my nerves, upset the whole mental balance. Perhaps this was the effect of waking up in the middle of the sleep, naturaly you feel perplexed.
I looked for my slippers under the bed, they too felt different, much smaller, much softer. I thought not to cerebrate and walked out of the door. Hostel corridor was dimly lit. Here too every thing was different. Basic structure was the analogous but walls and doors were of diverse colour. It seemed I had landed in a different hostel instead of mine, as all the hostels have been constructed on the same plan. I walked up too the loo and Lo! it was changed too. There were no urinals. I couldn't comprehend what had happened overnight. I moved towards the toilet cursing myself, cursing these damn mosquitoes, saw my fleeting reflection in the full size bathroom mirror. NO ! it wasn't me. It was Manjari ,my classmate. Scream struck in my throat. Petrified I ran back to my room.
No ! it wasn't my room, it wasn't me either. I switched on the light. Smiling face of Hritik Roshan out of a full size poster greeted me. On the side wall peeping faces of Bradd Pitt, Tom Cruise, Riky peeped out of a collage, hailing me. Articles and books meticulosly placed in the shelves in femenine elegance, bed well made, .....but it wasn't mine. I sat down on the bed and thought "Had I boozed alot the previous night"
No! yesternight was perfectly normal. I returned to my room, after a few hands of cards, lay on my bed. What was I thinking? Yah! About day's encounter with Manjari in cafeteria, my asking her "what do you do through out the day in the holidays?" and her just shrugging off the question. My thinking "what is a typical day like in the girl's hostel?" How I fancy I could have seen it for a day and my falling asleep.
But what was this? I was in the girl's hostel. This sudden realisation sent a chill down my spine. I pinched my self to come back to the reality, but this was the reality. Now for the first time I took cognizance of myself. O! I was in a night gown, standing eight inches shorter than my natural self, velvety, silky, satiny and a bit plumpish too. I threw away the night gown in fit of indignation and was standing before the room mirror. Oh my god! What was I looking at ! Oh! no I closed my eyes ..........a feeling of guilt, a feeling of remorse, guilt of intruding someone else's privacy, looking at what was supposed to be someone's very very private..........................But, it wasn't someone else, It wasn't her, it was I. I was face to face with stark naked reality.
By now,I had conceived that my spirit was in Manjari's body. I remember having heard in Grand ma's tales that there is a moment when configuration of astrons is such that, you get what you wish for. I didn't wish for THIS and it was my foolishness if I had done so. God knows how long it's gonna last, I remember having wished seeing what is "A" day like in the girls' hostel,a day. I mumbled some philosophical saying "This too shall pass, try to get the best out of it", yes! it has to pass. But what do I get out of it? See, what you had wished for. Positve attitude, it's the basic fire to survive. I donn a strong will and wait for the morning..
(to be continued.............)
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