life had started and was in full flow....routine was set and the new order of my life was seeming to commence....
the first year at college.... the first year was different and difficult in many ways. there was this utterly new hostel (or hostile as u may deem fit) life that was literally strangling me. then those stupid classes - doing the same variety of problems one by one as though we were only coached for a degree. now coaching is a bit euphemistic ....poaching wd have been apt. and the worst of the lot - the engineering drawing . i shall not hurry thro all these....there is a beauty in each one of them....and it is not fair to give a cursory attention to them.
hostel life....i never had a better companion than brindavan exp , during college. life wd have been extremely cruel if not for this angel, the angel on wheels of the deccan pride. basically calling myself a hosteller wd be to heap insults to my fellow hostel mates. particularly when u dont stay there at weekends and the most part of the weekdays are spent at college lecture halls. but yes....whatever little i have seen of hostel , i remember....a bizarre incident....
a hostel warden - a semi dude, bespectacled, frowny, corpulent, poorly humourous insaan. a nice little evening we had with our share of cricket and we entered teh hostel....
all we cd see was approximately 29 heads, nearly 13 of them stinking with neem oil, 6 of them as dry as baked brick resembling the kinds of our first year civil engg text books. rest i dont remember....imagine 29 heads bucled into one giant heap looking at a 20cm *20cm notice board....that calls for some thinking.... it was never crowded, i mean the small potico and the lone notice board - till then it was one unnoticed board....but then that was one fateful day of reckoning for this .
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