High School

Back then to my first day of thinking about a hostel..

My father always said that experiencing hostel life was just like a training for what I'm gonna face in life when I grow up and be alone… My first reaction was like- "Duh! What's so good in a hostel life?!" I meant, doesn't a hostel life mean- No puffin', no boozin', no…(I guess you can make out). Moreover, the institution being a boys' school was a great shock to me coz' 4years without girls would be like- "Oh man! I'm so rusted?!"

Naaah!! Who'd ever want to live this dreadful life choking out your youthful energy and turning it into a huge dose of nerdiness then feeding it back to you?

But then he said, "A hostel life isn't everyone's cup of tea. It's the survival of the fittest, both physically and mentally. Most people are notable to keep up and they either quit or pass out as losers. It's just like a game, play it or leave it! But once you take it up, there's no other option but to be the best where there's no room for a runner-up.

I thought, as I like taking up challenges losing which greatly annoys me, why not take this up too and leave a long lasting mark. And so I agreed…

He said again, "Life up there would be initially boring as hell! But it's up to you how you make and take the best out of it. If you take just the right steps, who knows you could rule the place?!"

My first impression of the school was like- "Wow! Am I back to my homeland?!" I never heard that Mumbai could also have a place like this. I mean the scenery, the flora, etc. just blew me off! If you want to get the idea, it was all oceans and mountains.

Somehow I did get an admission through other ways.

After talking to the other nine guys, I got to know that there's nothing going on. I was like- "Oh God! Am I going to get nothing but shit to lick the whole year?!" Hell No!! The very next thing I was going to do was to get my filthy ass outta this rotten prison. And so I told the same to my father. Nothing did he say but that it would all be just okay. Holy Cow!! What did he mean by saying "it'd be all okay"?! There were no teachers for the basic subjects, many wanted to leave, and I was starting my damn session on 14th of June! Nothing could I do but to continue…

My first words when starting this so called "Hostel Life" were –
"GOD SAVE US ALL!!"