Sweet and Sour Memories of Hostel Life

Packing bags is getting difficult for me. The time has come to leave. My bag is overweight and full of memories. The restlessness of leaving has finally convinced me to unzip the bag for the last time. As soon as I open….

After so many thoughts and attending the university counselling, it was decided that I am going to spend 4 years reading in an engineering college. Is this your final decision-”Yes”! I recalled my decision for the last time before reporting to the college. Unfortunately the college from my home was 2 hrs. drive away and I needed to stay in a hostel. As time flew by, I fled too and soon landed in a new experiment zone of engineering life. 

After so many struggles searching for a hostel, I saw a new building with white wash. I entered the hostel, and found no one. After waiting for 5-10 minutes, my eyes caught on to a guy wearing a cool t-shirt with the print “Break Rules” !! Atlas, I asked him, are you staying here? Few moments later, I can tell that he is the first friend in my hostel life.

Now the moment has come where my parents will be dropping me to this hostel with a lot of advice and responsibilities. It is hard and tough for anyone to get out of the home and stay far away from their parents. I am also feeling the same but I have no option. My friend and I started moving toward my room. He is holding a few of my luggage's to ease the burden. We opened the room, and saw it has 2 beds. These 2 beds turned to 4 beds within no time. 2 of us were from the same branch. I stayed in the hostel for 4 years. During the stay, one thing was common: “Students should follow Rules and Regulations”. We did exactly the opposite of the long list of rules and regulations. Because rules are meant to be broken. 

Regularly bunking from the classes, arranging food for all bunking hostelers, endless chats, late nights group studies, sitting in a circle for food and unlimited tea soon became the daily schedule. Our hostel rooms witness all those sweet memories and some sour ones too. Fighting and crying are the sour ones. Those rooms have thousands of memories which I will never get back during my lifetime.

An incident always reminds me of my stupidest and childish which we hostelers implemented after watching 3 idiots. Everyone peed in and stored it in a bottle with slangs in a paper and then emptied the stored bottle, pasted the paper on the door of the superintendent. All this in the new year eve. 

“Late ho raha, chalna nahi hai kya” - noise from the background. I zipped my bag all of sudden.