JUVENILE MEMORIES

There is always a period in life where we enjoy to our fullest with no worries for the future….no guilt of the past…..THE GOLDEN PERIOD  OF  OUR LIFE….One instance of the same is our college life….

This post is a special tribute to all my friends who have ever  stayed  in hostel and  also to those who fear of living in d same……and furthermore  this post is the result of the request of one of my friend  who wanted his delineated memories  to be given the touch of words. This is basically a BOYS HOSTEL VERSION.

The journey started in 1^st year of engineering ….we were just anew to the college…everything just seemed to be a stranger object…..the people around looking with a suspicious tinge… we were not allowed to dine in the GUMTIS outside the campus….many restrictions …..we were not allowed to stay with our seniors in the 1^st year as per the authority  but from 2^nd year we actually had our most ecstatic memories ….both sweet and sour ….with our allayers…our seniors.

We entered   the hostel in 2^nd year with a lot of fear and excitement. WE were called inside our seniors’ room and were asked to do all kind of funny things and some sort of harassment (which in details the author doesn’t know as it was an altogether BOYS’ hostel secret).Initially we were not that compatible with our seniors but later on they became an important part of our lives….just as our siblings…NIGHTOUTS were one of the most amazing things we could ever think of(the worth mentioning amongst them  was the SHONPUR NIGHTOUT)…..Counter strike mostly took our sleep and darkness of the night…..The first night out was when once we were playing counterstrike late at night and unfortunately or fortunately we were defeated by our esteemed seniors……we played overnight ….missed our dinner…but our kind seniors could not see us sleep with rats and cats inside stomach….they took us to a DHABA outside the college campus at 1a.m. (which was extremely illegal if college authorities are taken to concern and  can lead to a torturous DC).This almost became a regular scene in 2^nd and 3^rd  year…..we used to leave hostel at 1 a.m. and return back by  3 a.m. …….the journey used to be scary as well as adventurous……there was a secret road which we used(with the heart throbbing cacophony around)….and mostly by trying our best to make  self-invisible to the sniffer dogs who if wished could have made us their dinner… mostly we made  our way  via the front gate of GIRLS’ HOSTEL which was again a danger zone with the guards awake whole night….uuuh ….just  a pin drop silent walk….. Now we grew up in 4^th year …we were the seniors …. Highway side DHABA became a small adventure for us ….now we went to a faraway DHABA at night booking an auto escaping from police…..

The last days in college were bit emotional…..we went to the roof….chat for a long time…..Have some smoke (which is specific to boys….girls never dared to smoke within college premise)….laugh a lot….cry then…..do all sort of crazy things which if a normal person sees would land you to an asylum….then comment each other by their girlfriends’ name ……disturbed their privacy…….again felt hungry….DHABA…eat a lot (drink if possible)…..again back to hostel hiding from sniffer dogs……with crazy activities in between the session……shouting at the middle of NH…..shouting in front of girls’ hostel and running away …finally reaching our respective rooms……sleeping…waking up at 12 noon….taking lunch outside o’er the GUMTIS….meet girlfriend….return back….plan for matches the next day……enjoy  the win if so and if a loss then also enjoy the victory of our friends….

The span finished but ……the chats…the fun…..the enthusiasm…..the adventure still awake in the nerve …….

PS: This is the experience I could gather from the point of view of a boy…if any of the events stated above are found irrelevant then obviation is expected.