The Ant charmer chair

It was on night of 22 July 2007,Sunday, when I boarded train number 2802,Down, Purushotam Express on my way to the prestigious Indian Institute of Technology, to take up higher studies after an academic gap of two years.On Monday around 1 AM I reached Kharagpur station, travelling for 26 hours and covering 1480 Kms, and a couple of minutes later I landed my first step on the longest platform in the world,1052 meters in length.Soon I boarded a taxi and directed the driver to take me to MMM(Madan Mohan Malviya) Hall at the IIT Kharagpur premises, though its cheap to hire a Rickshaw,a rickshaw for the same venue had costed exactly half of taxi fare, that is Rs. 40, but somwhow in Rickshaw I always find reminiscents of slavery or I do not know the exact reason but I do not like it.It was around 1:30 AM when I reached MMM Hall.I found three people sleeping in front of the hostel office, I asked them for the accomodation, they in turn asked whether I had been allotted the same hall or not, when I replied in no, they said you can stay in common room for the night and in morning you can go to the hostel that have been allotted to you.Somehow I spent night in the common room among a number of unknowns,but ofcourse we all faced the paucity of space.
Next morning, I woke up early, took my baggage and left for HJB Hall at 6:30 AM.The hostel was newly constructed, in 2000, very clean, with a small open play field in the front.Soon the hostel manager arrived,he was a tall, slender,bespectaled man,who walked with slouch and with a cap on head and white sneakers with a formal trousers, a sort of untypical bengali, and started allotting rooms on a two persons per room basis.But the room on ground floor were allotted in singles, I decided to go by the single room, soon reversing my decision because of the condition of the room,it was very damp from inside.Without any serious thoughts I teamed with Amol, a fat moustached guy around 5'10" tall in formal black trousers and Bata shoes who looked distressed with long journey but unlike the manager he was sort of half-typical marathi.(Amol is my present room-mate, an awesome guy, terrific friend and a lovely human).Together we reached our room, Room N0. D-320, on second floor, D block.Nobody had erstwhile believed that soon that vary room will be at the helm of the affairs of the hall, with the Author in lead and Amol acting the political and administrative advisor.Since the room was originally designed for single, we had to reshuffle the furniture and to set it according to our comfiture.In a short time of three days, we found an optimal layout, with only two beds in room which were to be assissted by a single table,which was to be placed on the bed side of Amol , we put the lone chair at the room back-side and till date have never demanded a second table or a second chair.The chair had,since the day it was put outside, been an alien to the room.Only visiting the room on two occasions, one when Shailesh visited us for the first time and second when our fan was repaired.The panorama at the backside is not good at all, with two used close-up tubes being thrown, a plastic water bottle founding shade under the chair, two rags, a small iron pipe and a bucket and a mug inside it which are normally seen sitting comfortably on the chair.The chair being treated as an alien and an outcast by us, has now found an intriguing way to avenge.She has now befriended Ants, which are always found on the bucket's interior and exterior.Earlier I used to blame Amol for it, by claiming that he puts something interseting for the ants in bucket, just to trouble me.But yesterday only I realised that I was wrong,when Amol put the same blame on me, it was only because Amol used to bath after me so that next day I was the first to discover ants. Now I had to under take investigations into the matter, after pondering for a day, I think its the chair, which has developed some super natural power to attract ants and somehow direct these ants to our bucket, which is indespensable in winters, as we have to take warm water for bathing from the water heater, unlike the summer season we cann't bath Kingfisher style, singing "oo lalla la le o, o lalla la lalle o".I think we need to give some respect back to the chair and need to grant her with the pending chairship.