Hostel Days - 1 - The Boys Hostel

The Boys Hostel. Men's Hostel... whatever... Its still the same.

We might go from boyz-2-men, but that doesn't change much. This ones about the physical environment we live in - The Boys Hostel.

A guy's room is typically unclean. A guy's hostel room, even more so! Sounds cliched, but is cliched for a reason. The rooms really are quite unclean. Typically a 10 ft x10 ft room, a single bed, almirah, a wooden study table and 2 chairs (one to sit on, the other to dry clothes).

Typical situation: 

Bed covered by bedsheet, has a customized pillow (this is one thing guys are extremely passionate about!), a crumpled 'chaddar' thats never folded back after the night, and simply lies around like that. 

The table seldom has a table cover (unless the boy has an over-protective mother). It houses the laptop, 2.1 surround speakers (sounds unaffordable to a student studying on a student loan, but isn't), a pen-stand, water bottles, cell phone, some books and other peripheral junk like half-used medicine strips, scraps of paper with information scribbled on them, old case study papers, some more books, receipts from last months shopping trip to the city, a movie ticket etc.

One chair is always with the table, the other has small items like UGs, handkerchiefs, socks etc. drying on it. 

The almirah is STASHED! In the most disorderly fashion imaginable, the various compartments contain clothes (ironed and unironed together), UGs, sweaters and thick 'chaddars' for the winter, waterproofs, footwear, suits and formal wear and at least 2 large empty suitcases/strolley bags which were brought along when the person first came here.

Usually 1 small white board contains scraps of writing from the past year. A few assorted pictures. Somehow, probably cause we're away from home, all the boys (barring the atheists) have a couple of frames of whichever god they believe in. Beside that are pictures of family/wife/girlfriend (or sometimes even a picture of close friends a la Dil Chahta Hai).

Thats about the room. Now the hostel in general. The toilets are... well... atrocious. Often they look and feel like Railway station 2nd class waiting room washrooms. They don't smell like that though. Railway washrooms (and for that matter anything Railways) has this peculiar smell of metal. The corridors are generally clean, basically cause the college employs housekeeping staff. The hostel has a central open air enclosed space, converted into anything from Basketball courts, paved courts to flower beds. These are the best source of entertainment for the denizens. There is also a 'common room'. I don't know why it is called that. Just feel it is a rather unimaginative name for a room. It houses a TV, some TT tables or carrom boards, and some broken chairs. Here, it also houses some broken printers.

The above despicable description isn't common for all though. There are some guys who are worse (that is really possible!), and some who are much better. But this kind of community housing leads to an odd bonding among its denizens. Thats lacking in my block cause the seniors living here before pretty much kept to themselves, and never bonded with us juniors.

But B-Block 2nd floor does have some interesting seniors now. Theres me, Rohit 'NoWay' Patil, Atul 'A-Pod' Poddar, and the inimitable Vikrant Bhalla. Were the craziest among the others. The bathroom has some really weird plumbing; every time anyone turns on the cold water tap, all 3 bathrooms get only cold water. And thats extremely annoying when you are bathing against time in the winters! Then me, Bhalla and Patil try and go one-up on each other in coming up with the most exotic curses for the ass who did it. Other than that, we also indulge in playing odd songs in tandem, screaming randomly at each other, exchanging notes on movies and songs and also waking each other for lectures.

Okay, thats about it. I'm off to clean up my room and get my clothes from the washing machine. Need to dry them... on the chair.