Hostel Life

This is the first time I am living in a hostel; so naturally, I would be very “bitchy” about it. The thing I hate most about our hostel is the Indian toilets that we have. Goodness gracious me, we are bloody MBA students in the 21^st century and we have to forcibly do squats every morning! As I recently found out tummy trouble and Indian closet do not go hand in hand. Sitting in a crouching position for more than 30 seconds is not the most comfortable thing in the world. Getting up after 30sec for some pain relief aint the most comforting feeling either. I could go on, but to maintain some order its better if I stop now. Ah one more thing, there is no bloody ventilation inside the toilet! When you are sick it’s not the best place to be in.

Next in line would be the room. It’s too bloody small. There isn’t enough space to move around or even keep my books. There is proper ventilation but the problem with the ventilation is that, when it’s there, all our insect friends come in. I have insect bites all over my body and it’s pretty nasty. The insects in Delhi are quite mean. They are out to kill you! My arms and legs are filled with disgusting and painful sores.

Now something that is very close to my heart, food! We are served garbage here. Its filthy and tasteless every day, well let me be fair, some days it tastes good. I seriously doubt if they wash the plates. The way the people who serve the food play around with it using their hands arises a special feeling which cannot be explained. The bloody food is same on most of the days. These people are obsessed with potato and chappaties!! They give you lassies which taste like water! On the rare days they give us sweets, its pretty good. I had never thought that a day would come where I would eat just for the sake of eating! And don’t get me started on the quality of water I get. I get the feeling by the time I pass out; I would get familiarized with all the water born diseases.

The worst part of the hostel is that it’s about 2km from the college. So a whole lot of fun is lost. Regardless of all these atrocities, it’s pretty cool being in a hostel, one gets to have a whole lot of fun. The birthday celebrations where “Happy Birthday” is sung by boys in the worst possible way, getting to know about the swear words in different languages, sitting at talking about girls late at night, all the “brotherly love”, wacky roommate with whom you would have stupid differences with, etc are things which you won’t get if you stay at home. So over all life in the hostel is fun and one would just ignore all the crappy things around and have a good time.