Chatting with Varun Murthy and Pradeep on First floor bridge till the watchman drove us away. Waiting at the only phone booth near Aman Rasoi, boasting about IA marks to parents. Getting Asian Age or TOI from Warden’s office on Sundays. Not even Meghna ( from Jaane tu.) could’ve ever imagined how a piece of thermocol can serve as Football but trust a bunch of hostelites to imagine… Listening to taped casettes on Nagraj’s Walkman when “Preethse anta” was a hit. Rushing to the browsing center which was so busy… Me creating an e-mail id for Pradeep with his name misspelled… Talking of Cellphones poor Sangram fell for the Guess-who-am-I trap and had to wait for “Nitisha” at Cubbon Park on a rainy day. Me and Anush Shetty getting GPL on Dinu’s birthday (Anush had brought dumbells that day and I’m sure not even God can explain why)… Well, the rumours about how Prasanna and Bharath who were roomies would try and avoid the other from studying an extra minute than himself… And talking of studies, I’ll never forget the toy-car from National Market (decrypt this !!!)
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Visiting the local Hye-on-Wye, our beloved Avenue road to get textbooks and the helplessness of never knowing how to bargain.
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Watching Upendra’s movie (Upendra) with people who do not even understand Kannada and the effort of explaining his dialogues and actions to them… Watching all of India’s Test matches during study holidays and having bets about score etc which were never ever settled. Settling to watch a movie on Star Movies after that and the palpable tension in the dining hall if there happened to be a “scene” running on TV. The trek to Acharya mess at night to get vegetarian food. And getting caught… Varun Murthy telling us that Vinay(sports director) was actually Jawahar’s son. The joy of rushing to get on board the Intercity after the internals were to get over at 12:30!!! Flicking the motherboard batteries of your seniors so as to reset the BIOS password. Well, it’s better than watching it with others who pretend to not get the non-veg jokes, I guess. Some people have to go to a movie and sit through it alone. And to bear the humiliation for life on discovering that these were your classmates … Nuff said, I guess.Īfter the initial shock and awe, “I-have-to-have-a-morning-bath” fiasco and once the dust literally settles down begins the “Masti” of hostel-life. The first spike in the spectrum is when you are ragged by people you think are your seniors, who look like Mohamed Ali ready to pin to death George foreman (poor, yours humbly) but only more aggressive. The rumours about Princi giving a haircut to “somebody” at 12 in the night and his daughter who was studying in AMC who ran away from her house. Talking about the A block and hostel, I must mention Malaprabha (or Stynx, the rivulet to river Styx- which is more appropriate considering the mark of terror and death that marked the hostel mood with all the rules and Discipline ). Later, we were to know more about his other bizarre ideas about gem-of -a-student etc. That was the day “self-confessed Father of all PESIT hostelities(sic)” – The Warden asked the fundamental question which later went on to become his signature style, the question – Praveen was in his TotalTension avatar that day. It all starts with the day after my CET counselling… Fully impressed with the college’s main building (MRD block or A block) and soft spoken Vidya Madam from the Office (remember the lady who collected mess bills?, we hadn’t seen Ganesh a.k.a. Must thank Prasanna for getting me to write on the topic of what we did during four years of college or rather hostel- our “happy days” sans tamanna :P.
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