What it's like being a hosteller...!!!

So.... guys welcome back to this hell-ic world created by this very guy.....
So....today we are going to talk about HOSTEL....

HOSTEL.......a very esoteric as well as exoteric word in itself.....
Exoteric in the sense that everybody knows somewhat about it...everybody has some image of hostel imprinted in one’s brain...
If I ask any1 that what is the very first thing that comes in your mind when some1 talks about hostel.....generally people will reply like:

A group of freaky guys enjoying rum and abusing each other in the room or terrace...
Some will answer like....a group of chain smokers fighting with each other pugnaciously and recklessly...
Some will say...dirty rooms and toilets...

This is the lingua franca of the hostel Image when they talk or think about hostel.
More or less, I comply with all these people...but as I’ve explained, this is only the exoteric view...

Hostel is actually an umbrella term...an umbrella term the meaning of which could only be instilled...slowly...slowly...and only by experiencing this habitat.

My journey in hostel began 4 n half years ago, when I got admission in SGSITS, Indore: The so-called best college of Madhya Pradesh.

In the beginning, I was not willing to take the hostel because of the dirty toilets image that was already imprinted in my mind. But one of my city-senior suggested that hostel is good for 1st year students looking from the aspect of security. During the conversation, he made a remark that I haven’t forgotten so far. It was: “ If you once get into hostel, you will not be able to leave it.”

I was amazed how he could make such a statement even after being a day- scholar. But, this stmt of him created a great anxiety-cum-excitement within me about hostel.
Finally we opted for hostel and got it within a week.

Initial days were very usual ( As I used to live at ground floor, my assumptions about unhygienic toilets proved to be very true.),but soon we started to incorporate the changes that have been approaching us while shifting from a town like Morena to a city like Indore to live in this worldly heaven :).


#girls’ views about hostellers

As per the feedback given to me by a friend of mine, what the girls in GH think about the Hostellers is: They all are just bullies, drunkards, smokers, used to watch some dirty stuff all the time, arrogant, don’t respect girls, always used to comment on the girls, abuse all the time and bla bla bla...

By the way, all the allegations that were charged on the hostellers were more or less correct, because the image that was reflected by our immediate senior batch was exactly in compliance with these virtues.....but we...the poor guys... had to live with this image for some time before we could make ourselves’ image rather than inheriting it.


# what actually a hostel is...

As I’ve explained before that what it is like being a hosteller....:

It’s something about living in those dirty rooms, but the feeling which spills out from deep inside heart when we clean a room after 2 months with a groom stolen from somebody’s room, is more invigorating and soothing to soul than staying in a air conditioned room of any 7 star hotel.

It’s somewhat equivalent taking the kicks of the GPL giants like PP(Pushpendra Patel)(GPL Specialist) on the ass on any occasion ranging from the placement to the birthday of oneself and sometimes for the birthday of the guy that lives in the same wing as yours and sometimes without no reason at all and If the cynosure is found to be guilty of wearing extra outfits at that very day, the quantity as well as strength of the kicks and those special chappals, designed and stored for this special purpose, increase manifold. The experience of this is something that u can’t buy even by paying a million dollars other ways.

It is something about watching those “vaisi” movies in the common room having cent percent attendance.....which provides a fun which couldn’t be achieved even in those giant air-conditioned multiplexes.

It’s something about making a tie-knot and sometimes searching a Cal-C like crazies by knocking in every room for your friend who is going to appear for the company in which you are not eligible for some reasons and then wishing him best of luck from your heart....in reference to a great guy of our hostel-Sagar dubey.

It is something in reference to shouting the name of the guy in front of the girl to which that guy is trying to flirt or impress, and then saying sorry for doing this to him and then again repeating this all the very next day.

It’s all about going to or sending the juniors to a girl sitting in canteen or a girl passing by to give her a heart -shaped red balloon or a red rose and then ask her name. This is the way hostellers celebrate Valentine’s day.

It’s something gathering in the corridors and terrace and shouting in a voice(which try to emulate an animal’s voice but it is far more scary) when sometimes light (electricity) disappears. If this is the reason why we are called the bullies, then we are the most dangerous terrorists in this globe.

It’s about addressing each other with the dirtiest words possible. But when the relatives of anyone come, then we(esp. Guys that resides in that particular wing) become the most civilised creatures in this universe.

The hostel is something in which you have to bear several nights of torture from the Most DASSU and JEHREELE seniors of millennium for collecting “contri” to organize a ganesh chaturthi or matki –fod ceremony .

The hostel is something where the average of bucket availability in each wing is single bucket per wing which is extensible up to 2-3 buckets per floor...especially in winter when one single water heater which is at ground floor in the morning founds itself at the terrace in the afternoon passing through infinite hands.

Let me talk in detail about buckets...there is a very important lesson about buckets that I learnt after buying 6 pairs of balti-magga only in first 2 years...the lesson is “if you are able to use your own bucket to wash your body in the morning...then you should run and purchase a lottery ticket..because that day is a very very rare and lucky day of your life” and frankly speaking I have hardly spent 2-3 of such lucky days.

And let’s just not talk about magga...becoz on a very sunny and beautiful day you will purchase a “gorgeous magga” and will take every possible promise to let it keep safe and keep it in the most secure place of your room...but on some other sunny morning, you will go to toilet and you will find that “gorgeous magga” in the toilet. Anyways, I know how many abuses you give to this unknown guy for his most detestable task on earth.

The most frightening as well as favouring part of hostel life is SENIORS and really they are. Seniors are really very strange creatures.
Strange: because when we come to college in first year, they will make every possible effort on earth to present them as very ominous, dangerous, devil like creatures. They will make first year guys feel and live the hell in their starting days. They will make the poor innocent guys perform every bad activity in a so-called ultra-procreative concept called Ragging.

The mandatory big treats in GK by seniors for copying a 25 page assignment in a night’s time, and the acceptance of that special PRASAAD in the return journey for some “ainvayi” reason, was really a feeling that we used to boast of in front of other hostel-colleagues after returning from that death-tour.

But gradually, as we come to know about their true nature and their intentions behind all the deeds, we start developing a sense of respect and ownership towards them. Seniors are like your elder brother in college, will do whatever possible for them for their juniors to help them at any cost. Even if you have done something terribly wrong, they will always be there to guide you, help you. However it’s equally important which senior to approach in which condition...this mapping should be crystal clear, otherwise you will end up in deeper shit . At the end of third year, when we give farewell to our immediate seniors, on one side there is a feeling of elation and proud that for the next year, we will be the senior-most guys in the college(babba’s(droppers) and kundoo’s{non-B.E./B.Tech. guys} are not included), but on other side, there is a sorrow feeling of losing them.


In the end....it’s all about love and affection of a strange kind, a HOSTEL is all about attaching emotionally to the extent of life n death, it’s about just giving and only giving, it’s about politics, sociology, and everything that could be experienced on this earth in this century. What I have experienced from Hostel life is...if you haven’t lived in the hostel, then............you have really missed something in life......something which can’t be achieved and experienced by any other way. People say that, they don’t understand hostellers...the reason is...to understand a hosteller, you have to be a hosteller.

Really Miss U all...my dear hostellers... Take care...

References:
# The great memories of those 4 years of my hostel life and my friends.