Sleepless in 'Temple-city'

In the 30 years of my life this was the first time that I had to stay without electricity for more than 3 days. And I thought UP-Bihar was bad... This place is worse. I hate the laid back attitude of people here.

For 3 nights all of us poor residents of a hostel (which belongs to a government institute) had sleep with sweat dripping and swarm of mosquitoes to entertain us whole night.

the candle after it had lived its life

Comments

Angika said…

13 September, 2009 20:40

Shazia said…

Yaar bada torture ho gaya tha... After 3 days of sleep deprivation, I came to lab, laid some newspapers on the floor and slept.

14 September, 2009 12:21

sujaan said…

thats bad shazia...u guys dint raise a storm?

15 September, 2009 11:34

Unknown said…

OMG stabi!!! tht is sooo sad! :(

does anyone know WHY there was such a huge power cut?...
was it only in the hostel?... or a common area?..

18 September, 2009 00:59

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