'Name them! And you can sure count them gone in no time...' 😍

Hostel Years | A “Hooray” Tribute

#memoriesfromdiaries 💕

[12 August 2000] 💛

Hostel life, although fastidious to a great extent, has some real innate power to transform your perspectives towards life for the better-o-better!

PG Days in Hostel! 12 August 2000!

First and foremost, it teaches you the art of community living – where you ought to (by sweet default) 😍 sacrifice bigtime on some of your most precious essentials – including your text books, (that are returned with some cute dog-ears on them), your ‘We We Dee’ hair oil, your hair conditioners, your shaving gadgets, your sandals, your shoes, your buckets, your toothpastes, your Turkish bath towels, your pens, your rulers, your flasks, your water bottles, and what not! 

Name them! And you can sure count them gone in no time from your sight! 😅

Well, it’s something like - one fine day, the bucket and the bathroom-sandals are all yours! The very next morning, they woulda vanished and vaporized into thin air, only to pop up on the sly, an hour later, happily ‘left, right - left right’-ing on the feet of an impy fellow hosteler, cat-walking his way, straight from the loo, humming a song - all along - in the process! 😋

What joys galore! What unity we demonstrated! What laughter we had! What snacks we shared! 😍

Five packets of murukku neatly parceled by Mom for your personal use for a minimum duration of the subsequent two weeks! 

And the very moment you step your rightfoot into your room-sweet-room, hey presto! 😇 you find the murukku is elegantly tummified by all your lovely roommates, at one sweet go! 😋

What joy in sharing! What joy in caring!

Secondly, be it in curricular, or co-curricular activities, I should admit with a sense of happiness, that, the camaraderie and the sense of unity within us hostelers was much-much higher anytime!

On this particular day, Sakthivel, Bagat Singh and myself, we took some time out to wash all our clothes! 

[There are anecdotes galore, on the fun and frolic we all have had during our ‘washing hours’, that’s meet for yet-another post altogether!] 😋

Some habits never die!

I wish to reiterate yet again –

Nayver! 😍

Yep! Some lovely habits - like reading our daily newspapers, cleaning our dorms, washing our clothes, buying books, cooking (basics of cooking) etc have all this while, sailed together with us - all along - all these years!

Even this particular morning, over my morning cuppa, I was on a long-distance call, talking to a long-time hostel friend of decades ago, with a cup of coffee on one hand, and newspapers on the other.

And he - from the other end - likewise - happily converses back with me, having a similar cuppa in one hand, and newspapers on the other! 😍

And he is a professional cook as well! 

Habits die hard, you see! 

All thanks to the habituation that our hostel habitation has happily hosted on all of us hostelers!

“Three cheers to hostelers and to hostel life!” 🥳

Hostelers may join me in giving your answer….

Here we go…. 🤗

Me: “Hip Hip…”

All of us who were blessed to be part of hostel life, together – “Hoorayyyyyy!”

Yaaayyy! 🥳🤗