I miss it all !

It’s a strange feeling for a person like me. I miss hostel!
Imagine…. I miss hostel.. !
The very girl, who had been running away from the hostel and always blamed for rushing back home 30kms away at a drop of a hat has now, started missing hostel.
Days have passed and I am now at home completely relaxed and at ease.
Days in the hostel were never the same. Though I was a rather a rare visitor there at times like examinations and stuff, I remember the days of mirth and laughter unleashed during the span of four years.
There was room of every kind that one encountered in the hostel.
Some were dedicated to the pure khatti culture. If you came across such rooms without the impulse of sitting there at least an hour to involve yourself in the updated jokes and laughter that can simply keep you rolling on the floor, you certainly stayed in the hostel to build a career. No matter it was post internals or pre-semesters, the noise in these rooms always remained above normal decibel levels.
Some specialized in the gossip culture. Spare some time and you come up with the latest gossip updates. Who’s with whom, which senior (boy off course) was mostly seen around the hostel campus, which junior never cared to adhere to strict norms, who spoke constantly and regularly over the phone after sociable hours for hours again and never admitted seeing somebody, who betrayed the general body and passed on crucial inside information to the hostel warden, everything was discussed in the minutest detail.
Still other rooms were termed the NERD room. If you happenned to drop in by such rooms, you could hear people talking in hushed tones lest the other one be disturbed ( as a matter of fact even if the others did not pour over books, they had a culture of speaking in a way inside their rooms such that one had to strain her ears really hard).
As a matter of fact, there were neutral rooms too. Always empty. Devoid of activities. The inmates belonged to diverse cultures and drifted to their individual room of interest and concern.
Everything in hostel was in fact fun. Be it lining before the nearest municipal tap to collect bucketfuls of water, when the motor as usual frequently was out of order, or keeping your buckets ready to take the next bath.
The food was distasteful to all, no matter how it was actually. The custom followed so as to term it miserable, repulsive and at large inedible. The maggi culture was always in its height (the custom of going about room to room enquiring if there was a packet of noodles available when one wished to have a better dinner)
Days (oops night!) before the semesters were always in focus. One was awake, asleep, standing or walking, the brain and the book/notes always stuck together. It is actually amazing how one was able to cover the course in one night which the lecturers took whole six months to cover! Coffee mugs and water heaters were always at work. The taste buds accepted whatever it received without much efforts. Topics were discussed in groups larger than ones even in international conferences. Poor soul..One who had cared to do it before time!
Work was shared. Be it sweeping the floor, fetching the snacks or getting notes Xeroxed, there always seemed to be constant bickering over such petty activities.
One thing good about the ladies hostel was one never fell short of accessories to go with one’s latest trendy wear. All one had to do was take a complete round and not only get the best fitting ear studs and danglers but also a complete change of combinations until the style was universally and unanimously admired.
I really miss it all. Miss the real fun that I had missed out mostly, miss the mirthful days of real fun and enjoyment, and miss the constant company of friends that it offered.