When my neighbourhood burned

As I came out of the bathroom, I could smell something burning. I thought some electric heater could have melted the plastic buckets that people use to heat water. (Well the irony is that this thought came to me when the temperature outside itself could boil water!). I didn’t pay any heed towards the foul smell of plastic burning. I came to my room and settled down. The recent incidents at Virginia Tech have made me too apprehensive about things around me. I visualize someone taking a gun and shooting. The incidents of bravery melt my heart; who knows, some day I too might be a part of it. As I was sitting in my room, I was imagining a big blast in which my room will be ripped apart with me being thrown out of the window. Or a fire might break out in the hostel and people would be running for their lives. The only think I plan to take away with me is my laptop.

Anyway coming to reality. A friend of mine knocked on my door to draw my attention to the burnt out mattress lying outside my neighbour’s room. To my utter surprise, I saw the whole room burnt! The only thing safe was the computer because it was away from the area. People from the wing below us came to stop the fire as the wing mates, including me, were totally unaware of it.

Here are few pictures of the burnt out room

The reasons for this fire are being investigated by our CSI unit (Crime Scene Investigation). Chances are high that monkeys might have caused the fire as they are famous for their smoking in the campus. Some idiot monkey might have dropped the unburnt cigarette in the room.