A hostel, good from far and far from good.

At times it so happens that there is a huge difference between what you expect and what you get. Our hostel was somewhat like that. The room allocations were done. There were deluxe rooms on the ground floor. Vast, spacious, and really cool during the summers. They were already occupied by the students inducted in first counseling. As far as my memory can remember they were really monopolized by our friends from the Hills. There were the park facing rooms and pool facing rooms. Although the pool was used exclusively by cattle and the park had enough long grass to practice guerilla warfare. The rooms that were in the middle were very similar to an American penitentiary. Deprived of direct sunlight it was really dank.
Being a single child, I was never very comfortable with the idea of sharing a room(once we reach the middle part of the journey we would know why). My first roommate was really not a person whom I would get along with. He was the safe player, ‘think before you do and just before you do it, think again’ kind of guy. He kind of kicked me out (a lot of credit for that goes to me) and I was to become roommates with a country cousin. A guy as you would come to know was different, rebellious and really skinny for that kind of attitude. We got along well for quite some time. Part reason for this was his cavalier, never say die attitude. But we did our best to do things the right way. We once in a while cleaned the rooms. And no matter how bad things would get, and no matter how stinky it would get we would stay in that shabby little place. Later our hostel-wing was call ‘C’ and our room was ‘C-3’ just 1 short of a ‘KAAA BOOOM’. Everybody got their rooms eventually and things were finally settling down. 22Km away from the civilization, around 110 boys resting thinking about what tomorrow holds for them.