When I was in College about three decades back, I stayed in the hostel for a couple of years. Our College was known for the tight reign it had on the students, and the hostel had strict rules that we had to adhere to.
We used to have our roll call in the evenings, curfew times, study time, visitor times and yes outing times too. Despite the stringent and suffocating scrutiny that we were subjected to , we knew how to work around the system and have fun.
One of the things we used to do in the evenings on the weekends if we happened to stay in was to sit on the veranda facing the gate and generally spend time gossiping and giggling. Those of us who were expecting any visitors would be eagerly darting glances at the gate, as any visitor meant getting some home made goodies.
One such evening as were sitting and having fun, we got into a crazy mood. We started singing in chorus. The best part was we were not singing any particular song, but were just singing nonsense. Somebody would say something, others would pick it up and sing it in tune and we would go on adding to that till we got fed up.
One of our friends was expecting her father,who had come from abroad, to visit her that day and as time went by she was getting anxious. Just to pull her legs we instantly made a song and the lines were something this – “your father is never ever, ever never, never ever never, ever never ever, going to come”. This we continued singing till she got mad and went away from there. Un fortunately her father never came that day to see her and all of us felt really bad and somehow felt responsible. But this was nothing compared to the gnawing and unshakable guilt we felt when her father died of heart attack a few months later.
This incident left a lasting impression on me and even to this day I dread to say anything negative lest it comes true.
Story By : Mala Sivaji. Singapore.