A Day In My life

The morning view

                                                                     

The most popular vlog right now is Day in My Life; why don't we create a blog as well? Yesterday night was my shift. Yesterday was the T20 match between India and the West Indies. India has already lost two matches and won one; it was the fourth game. The final is tomorrow. I became familiar with cricket and Tamil songs again because of my friend afreed. He would constantly listen to play Tamil music or watch cricket if there is any match going on. My father is a tremendous cricket enthusiast and a Vijay lover, so when I was young, by which I mean when I was at home till I was 17, I was familiar with both Tamil movies and cricket. We mostly watch the IPL, and I was hard-core Chennai Super Kings fan, and my father is a Delhi Daredevils fan. His all-time favorite is Sehwag.

 

Yesterday, India won; the game was ended by eleven, and work continued until two; we completed it. Afreed was returned to his room, and I returned around 2:30.During night shifts, I often get 2 to 3 hours of sleep and get home between 8 and 9. I received a call this morning at 4 a.m., and the caller immediately began ranting about how nobody had answered the call in the department. I wasn't aware of what was happening because I was asleep. By the time I returned to the hospital and had to calm him down, it was 5.30 and not much work remained.

As it was Sunday, there was not much workin the morning as well. I would often go to the RDA cafeteria to see if it was open, and finally, when it opened, I got a plate of poha, a chai, and two boiled eggs. I love Poha. I either eat poha or cornflakes as breakfast; that's my routine. Poha and chai are two of the many favorite things in Bhopal. I slept from 9 to 2. whatever concerns I have, I just want to return to my hostel room and sleep them all away.

The hostel at AIIMS is among the best in the nation and is equipped with all the amenities. I sometimes think that over ten years of being in a single room has changed who I am. My rooms were the finest places I've ever lived, but I have no idea how to share a room with a friend.

 

My hostel days in Ug and Pg are pretty dissimilar. I hardly ever had any alone time in my room during undergrad. My room served as our common area, where my pals would hang out for hours on end. On occasion, I had to sneak them out of my room so that I could have some alone time. its current precise opposite. My hallway is so empty all the time because everyone is preoccupied with their tasks that I am not even sure who else lives there. Rishika or Lipika frequently visit my room, that's my human contact in this hostel now. I still adore my hostel room, though. It is love!

 

By noon, I had awoken. On my regular days, I eat lunch at Shibu chettan, a Kerala-style mess. I've been eating outside for the past two days because his uncle passed away yesterday. I rarely feel hungry, and I am not  foodie either. But despite my best efforts, I frequently experience cravings for carbohydrates. And, I almost always end up in swiggy. Ton Op Eats is a store here, I frequently order their smoothie bowls, which are incredibly good but expensive.

My favorite meals during my undergraduate studies were Sagar Gaire's vegetarian biriyani and iced coffee.I used to buy it almost daily. I am someone who has many obsessions. I would listen to the same song for months until I detested it, order the same food for months until I detested it, and even sing the same song for months until my friends started berating me because they were sick of hearing me sing. I'm a challenging individual.

Afreed & sayipp(the rabbit)

I cleaned my room by nightfall. Cleaning is one of my little obsessions; I tidy up my room every other day. I want things done a  certain way and by me as well. I find solace in cleaning my room or  my table when I'm feeling down or tense. I considered going to    Navya's because I couldn't go for a week because of examinations and   the submission of my thesis. Me and Afreed went together since Sabir   had to go to Ira's house to read. On the way, I had my blouse sewn for   Onam.

 It was just another typical day at Navyas. While Afreed and I engaged   in a brief game of chess, Navya prepared puttu and curry. India fell by   7 runs in today's final, sad! Nothing significant occurred; by the time I   returned to the hostel, the campus had been fully decked for   Independence Day with lights and flags. And I have the following two days off.