Purani Jeans …….Scenes from hostel life

SCENE1: One day two friends are getting naustalgic about their hostel life.The first guy tells about the lavish life they had in their hostel,about beautiful gardens,the scenic view of mountains,and the hi-tech facilities inside the hostel.The other friend was just smiling to himself.He had not seen all this but things which were much above the materialistic comforts.

SCENE2:As the first friend finishes boasting about his hostel,the other starts……………………..

“107!!!!!!!! Bhatia”, comes a loud shreik form the hostel guard.He is calling as my father has called up from home at the common hostel phone.He shouts 5 times before I go running towards the telephone in the warden’s(N H DAVE) room.After the phone call is over he calls out to all his friends on the ground floor and they all set towasd’s the hostel’s mess for having lunch.They were greeted by Jayeshbhai(a.k.a lala/o). They all(Saurabh,Nishit,Vivek,Bhavik,Vijay,Gaurav,Bhoru) stormed in the kitchen of the mess,with the contrator “Mukhiya” shouting orders, and rolling all over the place.He is like a big ball,with a glasses of very high power,has very good business sense and is a very clever person.Well,now we are inside the kitchen, talking to maasis(the ladies who cooked food for us),asking them to give us fresh rotis just taken off from the tawa.Whenever there is a talk of increase in price we shout slogans calling,”mukhiya jee hai hai” and banging the spoons on our plates.

SCENE3: The power has gone and there is complete darkness.As soon as the lights go off, howling starts.Sounds of shouting in various styles and voices start,soon things start coming down,glass slabs,a wooden door(most probably of the toilet)burning newspapers, and anything u can imagine to be worth throwing.It was a herculine task for the sweepers to clean the mess created in the night.

SCENE4:There are two shops side by side,owned by cousins just opposite to the gate of the college.Just as we move further towards the hostel gate we get “Deven ka Galla” whose vada pav everyone ate despite of being costly as he has monopoly.A bit further we reach chai ki dukaan owned by Narendra kaka…aka kaka.We are sitting there,sipping our teas,again the same group.The time is 6 o clock in the evening.The college has just got over and everyone is leaving.The rickshaws which take girls of the college are lined up waiting to get filled and we all are facing towards them wishing they were always there looking at some girl or the other.

SCENE 5: We have come for the movie Satta and it is 1:30 am. We don’t have anything to go back to our hostel which is around 12 kilometres from the place we are standing.The rickshaw waala tells a rate which does not suit our rates.Looking at all the factors, we start walking.We walk and talk for around 2 hours.As soon as we reach our hostel,we retire to sleep.

SOME FAVOURITES DURING THE THE FOUR YEARS:

These are all related to food.Favourite Chinese food place:MAHARAJA,there is still no place which can match this places’ chinese preprations in both taste as well as quantity of the food.Hotel shyam had a fentastic offer for the pockets of students–It used to offer punjabi thali for 65 rs which had the following:

Soup(once);2 Curries of our choice(unlimited);roti/naan/paratha (unlimited);jeera rice+ dal fry (unlimited);and ice cream(once)

the only condition was that u should have at least for people which easily used to get fulfilled,so we used to go there and hog on the food like anything.Another thing we loved was “GOLA”, we used to walk 5 kms just to eat gola and not to mention the santosh pani puri,the soda near daire,anand ice cream.The best scene was Nishit MIstry’s “Rakshasi Bhookh” when he used to eat anything that that came in his way and in any quantity…and now his complain is also catred to.Once he ate 2 plates fried rice,250 ml ice cream,Pani puri,omlette one after the another.Now u only can guess about his raakshasi bhookh.

For three of us(Nishit,Vivek,Saurabh) Sourabh Aggarwal’s room was a hot spot.We used to goto his place and watch movies,pester his stupid room partner Pratik Joshi,and he used to get pissed off badly.We used to love that sight.

We used to go to the mata’s temple by going through the cotton fields for taking the shortcut.

In short it is really difficult to cover the crazy,wacky,we can only dream of such life,and i remember my hostel days not my college days

first year at college—Ragging days–days as an underdog

My first year of college was i think the most memorable in the college time.The beginneing was the ragging period.The first night we were instructed by some of the seniors who were studying MCA course in our college about the rules and regulations to be followed during the ragging.How to greet people when they enter the room,the dressing for next one month,how to greet people on the way,about the bressing in the hostel,n sever dos and donts.

The style of greeting people was very unique-put one hand at your dick and the other one at your forehead with back of the palm touching the forehead.Then jump three times and say "Salaam Sir".

Then we were made to do a number of things for which we cursed our seniors.There were so called good or cool seniors and others who were bad and no one from the juniors liked them.

Everybody feared those people and noone dared to break a rule in front of them. After 8 oclock in the evening the hunters started slipping in the rooms secretly and started their daily chores of ragging.After 2 days it was routine.

Slowly the seniors started becoming cool n friendly.The relations were beginning to loosen up and become better.

We were about to get our freshers party a tragedy struck.That tragedy created a permanent void between the seniors and us which was there till the end.Well one of our batch mates could not bear the amount of ragging mated onto him.He decided to solve the matter by himself.He called some some local gundas to beat up the seniors.Fortunately for the senior they could not find him as he had gone home but it left a bad taste in everybodys mouth.We were mere spectators to these.

Very soon these days ended and we were busy in the college chores. 

beginning of college days

The first day of my college was some out of the world experience.I never knew what was happening, i never knew what was i suppose to do.There was a lot of confusion,questions,expectations,excietment and mix of several feelings others of which included pride in making into an engineering college.

Well i saw somany new faces and that night i dreamed of becoming a university topper, being the most popular guy among the people wherever i go people will fall at me u know kind of "stud". But ohh why does this but nags in between you know some dreams are meant to be dreams like this one.Partially i  can say cos i never topped-i used to be in bottom toppers in my class.

After the so called good start of college the progress got sluggish n i lost my flair for studies and that was a gift from my college.I litrally killed my interest in studies.