Day One: God Said...
The day when we all were proud to be a member of this great college... standing up with heads raised beyond imagination for the oath and flushing all the time. Again discussing about the rooms in the hostel and murmuring' hope we all are in room'. Meanwhile parents speaking out their ragging experience and at last with a sigh ''anyway that all can’t happen now".
Anyway with a small place for fear we stepped into the one and only Men’s Hostel. Though the condition is no better but it was better than what we could manage....Walking between the green walls of the corridor rushing for a room we never could imagine what is to happen next. Everyone running about to occupy the best rooms and to carry the best tables and chairs some with the label Gordrej( if you thought it was a spelling mistake.. NO!!) Chairs instilling in our minds thoughts of the peacock throne... but all told it was better than what they had in the past,
And it was time for the parents to leave,,, at last making us think cant they leave now and at least the advices will come to an end..
Now we into the hands of our warden as told by our professors but actually into the hands of the seniors( experience teaches). Hours pass making friends and complaining about what we don’t have...
Its time for the game to start. TIME FOR MESS announced the one called security.. And into the mess when we learned many.....no learned to make words that were not in the dictionary actually all rhyming and beautiful until you find their meaning. And you are called by one to sit near him. he asks you to ask the name of other and the other......( no not all have to be explained,,, these are all trade secrets which has to be revealed in the years to follow) No you cant eat the porottas which were once your favourite,,,, no you cant eat even a piece more and you think the chicken piece starts to taste bitter. and then the one caring senior near you puts three porottas more in your plate and the desperate you tries to fill your mouth and not stomach anymore... Your trials to at least have a vomit all ends in vain since it has been tried many a times over the years. If its kindness well with something like that the one opposite to you gives you permission to rise after issuing a warning that not this T-shirt any more!!!
OK its better to run to the room now. and the knocks on the door by whoever going to the mess. Which should never be answered since if the door opens it would never close again that night.
Anyway with a small place for fear we stepped into the one and only Men’s Hostel. Though the condition is no better but it was better than what we could manage....Walking between the green walls of the corridor rushing for a room we never could imagine what is to happen next. Everyone running about to occupy the best rooms and to carry the best tables and chairs some with the label Gordrej( if you thought it was a spelling mistake.. NO!!) Chairs instilling in our minds thoughts of the peacock throne... but all told it was better than what they had in the past,
And it was time for the parents to leave,,, at last making us think cant they leave now and at least the advices will come to an end..
Now we into the hands of our warden as told by our professors but actually into the hands of the seniors( experience teaches). Hours pass making friends and complaining about what we don’t have...
Its time for the game to start. TIME FOR MESS announced the one called security.. And into the mess when we learned many.....no learned to make words that were not in the dictionary actually all rhyming and beautiful until you find their meaning. And you are called by one to sit near him. he asks you to ask the name of other and the other......( no not all have to be explained,,, these are all trade secrets which has to be revealed in the years to follow) No you cant eat the porottas which were once your favourite,,,, no you cant eat even a piece more and you think the chicken piece starts to taste bitter. and then the one caring senior near you puts three porottas more in your plate and the desperate you tries to fill your mouth and not stomach anymore... Your trials to at least have a vomit all ends in vain since it has been tried many a times over the years. If its kindness well with something like that the one opposite to you gives you permission to rise after issuing a warning that not this T-shirt any more!!!
OK its better to run to the room now. and the knocks on the door by whoever going to the mess. Which should never be answered since if the door opens it would never close again that night.
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