UNITY....OR WAS IT.......

one propaganda that was being into the mind of the new comers of the hostel was one of HOSTEL UNITY.......dont know who came up with this idea.....but a decent piece ....one which wouold have made JOESEPH GOEBBLES proud.........every day and every night the seniors would come to us and shoot the usual shit.......eat, party, fight, play,and even shit together......the hostler is your brother they would say..........stick by him and all........
quite a few of us were taken into this hogwash.....we felt on to pof the world...people capable of taking on the world........
people would say that i am speaking loads of shit, but the fact of the matter is it was no show of strength or brotherly love for your fellow hostler but more of a power struggle, a game of one upmanship....to show i ws the prefferd of the seniors...that my writ will work around here.....and the seniors were the ones feeding the fire......putting up juniors against each other.....
just to quote an instance.......all were new to da hostel...the first birthday....dat too da hostelopener........evrybdy had a blast....njoyd, got wet lyk a heroin of a B-grade flick.....felt lyk heaven......but throughout the 4 years i didnt see the birthday of each and everybody being celebrated in the same way.....apart from ofcourse of a select few......
the unfortunate demise of one of our batchmates and the hospitalisation of a select few showed me the contempt some harboured against the majority....the frequent fights that people got into inside the hostel lifted the veil off the ugly face of the true hostel unity......
true to say that there were deep friendships developedduring this period which each and evry one of us cherishes....but they were not spread horizontally through the strata of the hostel uniformally.......instead of a single hostel....small ghettos started to form.....luckily for me i didnt find a place in ane of these ghettos....thank god for that!
i belive that sucha large group of people cannot co-inhabit a small place without fights and tensions....but when we analyse the reasons for these fights..we see that there was no possibilty of a hostel unity in the first place.......the select few, chosen by the seniors to carry on their legacy had an air of arrogance about them, as if they wid always remain in the hostel....that the world was their keep....stupid fools ..........!! the other larger section of the hostel, always harboured contempt and indifference towards the "few".......
probably i hurt myself more with this notion of mine which had sprouted in my brain in the first year that such a unity could actually exist.........an emotional fool i was......but i understood it pretty early as almost everyone did upto the end of our stay there..............
needless to say that this bullshit is still being fed at the channel gates of the first year hostel still now and will be fed till the walls of the hostel stand...........
"ALLEGEDLY STUBBORN"........AM I????

new sem,same story.....

the beauty of this sem was that i got the hang of thngs at college and hostel,the bad thng was it didn't change me much!! diversified, met new frnds, developed a contemtous feeling towards my class in particular and the non hostlers in general. got started with da gurl i hd fallen head over heels for....:)......but that's a story in intself....more than a story of our relation, it is a story of self realisation for me.......neways, back to da point....i started njoying class, given dat the subjects were easy and i hd made frns wid 2 other hostlers, ADI and SHANT.... we bugged the hell outta gurls and the day scholars whom we called by the non too polite version of the hindi translation of a part of the male genetilia...TATTA namely....wat a name...hats off to the one who came up wid it originally....!!!!
though the subjects were easy..but i still carried da dreaded ATKT,including one in matha...which i thot wud seriously dent ma chances of graduating in 4 years.....my gratitude towards ma hostelmates who recognised ma real worth and helped me plough thru......
the second sem saw us getting abused and harassed less and less by our seniors......but one recollection stands out......one day i was directed by kerala-illa dat his senior frm kerala mr.kashif sir had advised me to not follow da funda rule as i was an outsider to da state...to which i duely complied......bad move.....every day frnds came and said da seniors were not happy with me for disobeying da dress code....and one day the seniors got hold of me......
SENIOR1: KAUN HAI TU.......JEANS MEIN GHOOM RHA HAI???
SENIOR2:ARRE....ISSE NHI JAANTA...YE ANSHUL KAUL HAI...JAMMU SE....AISH HAI ISKI.
SENIOR1:KYUN SAALE, FUNDE MEIN KYUN NHI HAI???
ME:SIR WO KASHIF SIR NE MANA KIYA HAI???
and this is where i laffed out loud.......
SENIOR1:KASHIF SIR HI SAHI HAIN.....AUR HUM TO SAALE CHUTIYE HAIN NA......
lols.......i still get laughing fits.......
one the whole thngs were seeming not too bad by now....the city and the people,both were absolute darlings.......,feel maself fortunate to hv lived in da city for four years........
regular events were being held......freshers, both official and unofficial.....sports meets....and valentines day...all were great fun.......the hostel seemed heaven....
BUT ONE THING BEGAN TO TROUBLE ME.....AND IT TROUBLED ME TILL DA END......