My Super Ex-Hostel

The year was 1932, when 3 of our greatest martyrs laid down their life to inspire a whole generation of youngsters to put their nation above everything else. And what a response there was. Hundreds of young men and women took to the streets, leaving behind their bound lives’ and fighting with a new vigour that was never seen before. Thousands of people were jailed day after day after day until finally………………………..they ran out of jails. The only solace they had was that they had friends who were suffering for the same cause as them.

I know, I know. Now you would expect me to say that Coral was one of the jails built during the British era. Not that I am ruling out the possibilty, but I am simply trying to make a different point. That even today the fate of people who leave all their fun behind and fight is not very different. I will summarise my life at Coral here.

One look at this building and you will guess the standard of the Civil Engg. dept. here. Have you ever seen a 100×40x20 m^3 box. That is exactly the kind of thing we are talking about. 4 people in one tiny room fighting for space as if they were part of an experiment to prove Darwin’s “survival of the fittest”. 2 chirkut windows make you have to fight for wind too. Not to mention a toilet per student ratio of less than 1:10, with most of the flushes not working. Now add the followig to the already delicious recipe and what have you:

a wing where 75% people are happy and gay to be…….oops!

a joker and a penguin for roommates.

a senti and a mental as frequent visitors, forever debating about hindi vs. english entertainment.

4 days water cut in summer.

All I can say in the end is, just as for our freedom fighters, it does help that others are suffering with you for the same cause. Thanks to all those guys who made it bearable.

And did I mention there being no net or lan? Oh, chuck it. This post has the potential to be endless.