A ladies bathroom is without match the most happening part in a ladies hostel, a curious clandestine to all those who never witnessed it and a pain in the arse for the long-time victims. This article stemmed to give some droll insight into the enduring events of a Ladies’ bathroom, in short this article contains spoilers. Girls planning or forced to embark upon a new hostel life are advised to bug off.
The never-uninhabited ladies bathroom is host to girls in frenzied states of dressing-up (or dreassing-down for that matter) and make ups. From the annoying girl next door who spends craziest amount of time on counting her pimples to the hottie from the far corner room who doesn’t enter bathroom (or more precisely doesn’t come out of her room) without lipstick on- from the bug-eyed (no pun intended, if you know who I mean) to the no-eyed (no pun intended again!) our bathroom is the waving flag of unity in diversity!
Although I cannot hide the infamies of many a civil wars fought inside its four walls, I can vouch for the regaling show it puts on for the rest (no guilty conscience here!). The untiringly changing rules of reserving a bathroom at the peak time (right when you’ve got 15 min left to battle to your classes) or the crime of taking more than ten minutes to (again in those climax times) re-emerge from bathroom, or throwing water on the floor at the inopportune moment of a senior crossing that path - just about anything is enough to trigger a spark of verbal currents between two excited damsels in distress here. Violation of any decrees- that is yet made public or not, in awareness or ignorance- will give you a straight ticket to perdition in hostel. A girl who accomplishes dodging all these fire bullets within her stay in hostel deserves nothing less than a gold medal! The above mentioned predicaments goes wild when there surfaces a momentary water crisis. Heated arguments take off between girls inside bathroom (who’re supposedly using up all the water) and those outside (feeling panicked and deprived of the minimal resource!) resulting in yearlong snubs, cold shoulders, ostracising and so the list goes on. There’s absolutely no room to escape the menagerie.
Hierarchy of students is most vivid here. While the seniors enjoy complete autocracy the juniors are all effectively muzzled and reigned. While one girl stuffs her clothes and a soap in her bucket before running to bathroom (like me) another’s got two buckets- one packed with bottles of cosmetics and the other with all the frills of the world (rolling my eyes!). While the conservative girls in salwar abysmally fail to school their expression of horror when they stumble across carefree scantily clad girls parading by, the more fashionable girls don’t relinquish any opportunity to poke fun at the traditional. Ultimately it ends in nasty waterworks or creative sniffs or of course in some more verbal explosions.
Amidst all these banters the few neutral parties suffer (my story) the most. The respective hostel wings-in-charge fly off the handle every time there is a question of cleanliness inside bathroom. Littering of used shampoo sachets, cluster of fallen hairs all over the floor (Ugh!), dripping water from showers and used utensils -forgotten to be washed- stinking (Oww!) near the basins; any of these are sufficient to guarantee a new poster on the bathroom wall next day that reads something like,
“Start behaving like ladies, not dogs.” “Dustbins are not for decorations! Use them, they’ll feel happy (huh?).” “Girls, next time you see somebody’s used utensil left unattended near wash basin, you’re given leave to help them out of the window (He he)!” “Nobody wants to worship your beautiful (fallen) hair at the sink. Do not leave them there for eternal display!” A more subduing ones prepared to provoke your conscience will be like, “Feel for the cleaning ladies!” “Show respect to your fellow users!” and so many more that gives you food for thought. The frequency of such posters on bathroom etiquettes rockets up during the early months of academic year. Besides all these, clothes left hanging from showers (don’t ask what they were doing at such inconvenient places), soaked for days in buckets, forgotten oil bottles of all kind and many such unimportant things grace our bathrooms time after time.
The Lata Mangeskars and Shakiras from adjacent bathrooms are constantly there to take care of everybody’s entertainment 24x7. If you’d like to switch them off, well you just have to give up on that thought! Trust me you get used to all kinds of crowing voices which would shame a toad, and soon to your horror one day you join them too! The ladies bathroom usually oozes with potentials of revolutionary thoughts. This is where you suddenly get answer to the physics problem you were breaking your head over for the whole of last night. This is where you suddenly discover your long destined best friend! This is where I had busted my head once (Ouch!) and this is the place I’ll miss most after my hostel life is over. The common ladies bathroom.
The never-uninhabited ladies bathroom is host to girls in frenzied states of dressing-up (or dreassing-down for that matter) and make ups. From the annoying girl next door who spends craziest amount of time on counting her pimples to the hottie from the far corner room who doesn’t enter bathroom (or more precisely doesn’t come out of her room) without lipstick on- from the bug-eyed (no pun intended, if you know who I mean) to the no-eyed (no pun intended again!) our bathroom is the waving flag of unity in diversity!
Although I cannot hide the infamies of many a civil wars fought inside its four walls, I can vouch for the regaling show it puts on for the rest (no guilty conscience here!). The untiringly changing rules of reserving a bathroom at the peak time (right when you’ve got 15 min left to battle to your classes) or the crime of taking more than ten minutes to (again in those climax times) re-emerge from bathroom, or throwing water on the floor at the inopportune moment of a senior crossing that path - just about anything is enough to trigger a spark of verbal currents between two excited damsels in distress here. Violation of any decrees- that is yet made public or not, in awareness or ignorance- will give you a straight ticket to perdition in hostel. A girl who accomplishes dodging all these fire bullets within her stay in hostel deserves nothing less than a gold medal! The above mentioned predicaments goes wild when there surfaces a momentary water crisis. Heated arguments take off between girls inside bathroom (who’re supposedly using up all the water) and those outside (feeling panicked and deprived of the minimal resource!) resulting in yearlong snubs, cold shoulders, ostracising and so the list goes on. There’s absolutely no room to escape the menagerie.
Hierarchy of students is most vivid here. While the seniors enjoy complete autocracy the juniors are all effectively muzzled and reigned. While one girl stuffs her clothes and a soap in her bucket before running to bathroom (like me) another’s got two buckets- one packed with bottles of cosmetics and the other with all the frills of the world (rolling my eyes!). While the conservative girls in salwar abysmally fail to school their expression of horror when they stumble across carefree scantily clad girls parading by, the more fashionable girls don’t relinquish any opportunity to poke fun at the traditional. Ultimately it ends in nasty waterworks or creative sniffs or of course in some more verbal explosions.
Amidst all these banters the few neutral parties suffer (my story) the most. The respective hostel wings-in-charge fly off the handle every time there is a question of cleanliness inside bathroom. Littering of used shampoo sachets, cluster of fallen hairs all over the floor (Ugh!), dripping water from showers and used utensils -forgotten to be washed- stinking (Oww!) near the basins; any of these are sufficient to guarantee a new poster on the bathroom wall next day that reads something like,
“Start behaving like ladies, not dogs.” “Dustbins are not for decorations! Use them, they’ll feel happy (huh?).” “Girls, next time you see somebody’s used utensil left unattended near wash basin, you’re given leave to help them out of the window (He he)!” “Nobody wants to worship your beautiful (fallen) hair at the sink. Do not leave them there for eternal display!” A more subduing ones prepared to provoke your conscience will be like, “Feel for the cleaning ladies!” “Show respect to your fellow users!” and so many more that gives you food for thought. The frequency of such posters on bathroom etiquettes rockets up during the early months of academic year. Besides all these, clothes left hanging from showers (don’t ask what they were doing at such inconvenient places), soaked for days in buckets, forgotten oil bottles of all kind and many such unimportant things grace our bathrooms time after time.
The Lata Mangeskars and Shakiras from adjacent bathrooms are constantly there to take care of everybody’s entertainment 24x7. If you’d like to switch them off, well you just have to give up on that thought! Trust me you get used to all kinds of crowing voices which would shame a toad, and soon to your horror one day you join them too! The ladies bathroom usually oozes with potentials of revolutionary thoughts. This is where you suddenly get answer to the physics problem you were breaking your head over for the whole of last night. This is where you suddenly discover your long destined best friend! This is where I had busted my head once (Ouch!) and this is the place I’ll miss most after my hostel life is over. The common ladies bathroom.
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