Lifted !!!!!

As I walk towards the girls hostel building, I am not bothered if the keys to my room are with me or not, I dont care if I have any water in the room or not, there is just one concern that keeps bugging me : is the lift working ???

My experiences with the lift ever since the day I came here can be best termed as "horrifying". I have been using lifts for last so many years that I can not be excused for any silly "lift mistake" that I commit. How can things as simple as pressing a floor number go wrong ??? But....things as simple as getting down at the correct floor have gone wrong and led to very very embarrassing situations. I have landed up at the wrong floors so many times of late that now even after I check the digital display inside the lift, I make it a point to check the floor board outside the lift too.

I have tried to open someone else's room with my keys, tried hard, kicked the door 3 or 4 times and then realised that the feel of the place was different...and that it was not my floor...not my room...and walked back at highest unnoticeable speed lest someone should see me and what I did.
On another occasion, I went to see a friend at her floor, kept banging her door, did not answer back when she asked who it was, and only after some time realised that the voice from inside was not my friend's but a senior's. Deep shit, did not know where to hide my face.

And the latest "lift issue" is that I stay on the 4th floor and 4 days in a week the lift is not working and I have to climb the stairs, 80 in number, atleast thrice a day. During those days, I make it a point to be equipped with all that I would need before starting the journey. At so many occasions, me and my makkar gang settle near the stairs, block everyone else's way just to gather enough motivation to climb up 4 floors.

Its actually very strange that something like the lift can be of so much importance to you that you come back to your blog after some 3 months just to let everyone know how much it matters !!!