Sunday, 15 August 2010

10 Turner House

While going through some old photos, I found these two pictures of my hostel room where I spent five very colourful years of my life.

The flat where I stay now, 10 Turner House, is much fancier than my hostel room, but because I stay with college friends, life here is proving to be not all that different from hostel life. Same communal spirit, same mess.

Last week one of our indoor football sessions proved fatal for a wooden giraffe that had hitherto adorned the living room: a stray kick snapped its slender neck. And as I made breakfast this morning, I was witness to the amusing sight of Rahul Saha searching for the TV remote. “Dammit, I can’t find the remote. *looks under the sofa* But I have found a packet of biscuits.”

In other news, I am trying to figure out whether retired corporate lawyers are genuinely relieved to have reached the end of their careers, or whether they just like to scare starry-eyed novices. Last week an ex-partner of a law firm told me, “I’ve been a solicitor for 39 years. You get less for murder.”


Shrabasti Banerjee said...
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Shrabasti Banerjee said...

Unleash the London pics!

PS-The deleted comment was mine. Heh.

Pratiti said...

Haha, I like this ex-partner. :) And I am glad that London is proving to be fun for you, but cannot agree that life in London will be as colourful as your NUJS days. Simply because there is no Lahiri in London. He was my favourite character in your college stories.

Sroyon said...

@Shrabasti: I will, as soon as there are any that are worth unleashing.

@Pratiti: I agree. Whatapitty. :(

warbloid said...

sadly, the thing that seems to change about the spaces you inhabit as you grow older, is that the colours dwindle. fewer colours.

in an attempt to fight it, i bought myself orange curtains splashed through with large, uncertain, yellow blotches. i love them already.