How to start took almost 5 min.. was thinking of writing an article which wil cherish the hostel life tat most of us had.few days back wen ashok pinged me wishing me on ma bday we just remembered few moments tat we spent in Room Number 121
After di's marriage ma parents shifted to farm house n i initally felt ill take a private apartment but before searching, ma frnd maadhu told me to experience the hostel life .. he told me if u lik u continue else we can luk for a private apartment.But i had made up ma mind tat ill def dont wana stay in hostel but spending 2-3 days would neva harm.
so i stepped in Room 121 with ma luggage at around 5.30PM....Abt room ...It was a simple room ..it was in first floor with its window facing the cricket ground.Interiors were just 2 bed a reading table n a chair n ofcourse It had all posters of film starts,cars,models,some paintings some sketches stamped on wall... u can say i neva saw wat was wall color ;-) but perfect bachelors kind of room.
My initial reaction was .. hmmm not bad but mind said 2 days.. chethan u got to search an accmodaton soon.by the time i arranged ma living place gang of few neighbore roomies came in saying chol chai pay.. like a lamb i followed the sheeps heard . we reached the tea shop called "DOWNS" were we sat n ordered tea.by the time i sipped the last sip suresh became suri,hemant became hemi,prakash became pakki n maga macchi sala words started flowing in ma mouth fluently.. still confused was tat the effect of tea or was tat cos of the place wer we lived "HOSTEL" .
reaching room ma roomi switched on music n our talk began it went on on on.. talking abt their college,fun in class rooms,gossips,and ofcourse Gals !!Today we have system laptop ipod but none can replace tat crap old music system.
Around 11 PM we said boss we forgot to eat.. we all took our bikes n went to mathrumandalli circle(most of ppl knows KD road.. Kd roads starts from this circle)reaching we decided where to have food.after 10 min of discussion we used to attack one of the roadside fast food auto.
I laugh remembering the way we ate...if ma masala dosa comes first 10 hands would have finished it before i get the plate if other ordered poori he only used to get khali plate ... summarizing we neva ate wat we ordered !!!!Today we earn in thousands we visit star hotels but i always miss those stealing hands which comes to ma plate n grabs as much as it can , i miss those huge laughs on the street at 11 PM , i miss those night rides on bike, i miss those bike rides around ladies hostel.
Best part of hostel was the time wen someone comes from his home town !! haha. ull be killed if u go empty handed.A bag full of food stuffs would go empty in few seconds. today i have packs of snx laying in ma drw untouched from months but no one to steal it no one to fight for it.
Days passed ma roomi neva asked me did i lik the hostel n i neva told him tat i dont want to go!!
Things i learn being there were too adjust,to live with ppl who u met for the first time here in hostel,to gossip,to joke,to fight,to value money and most importand to help ..i rem me picking up ma hostel mets from nearby busstand at 2 AM.. i rem them helping me wen ma bike got punctured 20 KM away from mysore. they were just a ring ahead where as today if i wana call them they r away by a meeting by a con call by a never ending release but life goes on.
The best one was how to accommodate many guest in tat small room i realized tat its not how big the room is its how big ur heart i rem sometimes 8 ppl used to sleep talking gossiping whole night.I dont have any instance were our room light were off before 1 AM.Today we say we stay in 2BHK/3BHK may be with family or wit few Colleague or frnz n the talk wil be abt project abt hike abt PM/PL or max abt onsite.
I agree we cannot afford to have the same life again but def we can feel happy to cherish those memories and give a surprise call to ur hostel mates on a wk end as am gona do this week end ;-)
But still ill mis those stealing hands which takes food frm ma plate.
