BELOW POVERTY LINE

My parents would kill me when they find out that i live like this in the hostel.....pause ....wait a minute most parents would kill their wards(ok wards would be an understatement ....it would only be boys , as girls always have loads of cash on them anytime) when they find out about the cash strapped existence. Economists throughout the world are stumped by the fact how a huge amount of Rs. 1000/- flies out of our wallet in a mere 5 days .....ok i admit i spend my pocket money like the world is about to end tomorrow.

6 cups of tea in the morning ,2 packets of high calorie biscuits and loads of icecream and soft drinks in the afternoon are some of the necessities that i spend my money on........

RESULT.....

i've finished off my soap and have to bathe in shampoo until i get my next pocket money....but there is always friends in the nearby rooms who are glad to lend me soaps ,provided it hasn't already been handed down or stolen from some 3o other people ....and buckets are public property ...imagine 18 people in one wing 10 buckets and 5 of them are of questionable ownership. Last time i remember i had my own bucket when i was in the first year....and that is all i remember. Countless times i have already asked for money to buy a bucket from home ...and the bucket buying venture remains in the pipeline.
Coming to the most necessary of daily use items ....the DEO..One can survive on a healthy dose of deo even without bathing for 30 days straight. FYI the clothes line acts as a local anesthesia for some ...anyone passing by the line would end up in the bio hazard quarantine unit.

Coming back to the cash issue ..my best policy is to take Rs. 20 in the pocket and end up eating fare worth Rs. 50 from my friends ...the golden rule is to never sit with the same branch guys twice in the same week. They end up sniffing your bait and they don't let you anywhere near their plates. Even by mistake if you get anywhere near their plates they first take the opportunity of spitting on the food stuff...how rude is that.

Moving on to the academic department the last time i had brought a pen was when i started engineering.Imagine 54 pens in my pen stand and not a single one mine......some of them come from my wing-mates ..some from seniors ....and hell..... some even come from the lab teachers.
One copy ...9 different handwritings etched both on the front and the back ....with doodles on the cover page ... Ok the copy was mine ..i had lent it to different people( don't underestimate my magnanimity) I can proudly announce that i have never spent my money on a copy from the start of my second year in engineering.

And to mention some of my fraternity members who always support me with aid in times of need....NITESH DAS ....the best thing about him is that once you start calling him a miser he ends up throwing money on your face ...i like people who get mad when you call them misers.The most cardinal mistake that people make is when they invite me to tea.One tea costs a meager Rs. 3 but i take the humble opportunity of gulping down 6 glasses and then consuming 2 huge chunks of cake and the bill comes out to be a staggering Rs. 40.And after reading my blog Nitesh is promising me a treat........see the effect always works...

Thanks to some of my wing-mates i even have access to their wardrobe. Last time i was anchoring in the film festival of our college ...I had to borrow a shirt , a pair of pleated pants ...a pair of shoes and even the damn comb...ok folks the underwear was mine ...or was it ????

But the best thing about being sans cash is that you can think of ingenious ways of making money ...ok all of them don't have to be morally correct...in the first year we had engineering drawing classes ..we had to submit sheets of incomprehensible drawings of machine parts in one week.So i hit upon a plan to extract money from complete idiots who were too lazy to do their own drawings...i tried it on my friend Mrudu who paid me a stagering rs. 70 for a single sheet ...when all that my friends were paying Rs.10 per sheet...i managed to find some more idiots who i wish not to name who paid off my canteen dues.....please dont feel bad Mrudu ...u got an A++ on that sheet.From this just imagine the depths that a BPL engineer can go to fill his stomach :)

So for all those people who detest the cash strapped existance always remember the engineering pledge ...LOOK AT THE FACE OF THE POOREST ENGINEER YOU HAVE EVER SEEN AND REMEMBER ME.... AND CONTEMPLATE THAT YOUR CASH WILL ONE DAY MAKE AN ENGINEER WHO WILL BUILD THE FUTURE....A VERY WISE INVESTMENT.....CASH AND DEMAND DRAFTS ARE ACCEPTED ...PLEASE MAIL THEM TO Room no. 58 west Hostel , VSSUT Burla.