The Class called room.
This is indeed a fact that lectures teach you the principles of a subject but it is the hostel rooms that brings out the manager in you. Be it managing to make a submission just before EOD or managing to reach your dorm when you’re boozed to the bone. It is in these 8X8 rooms you create memories that make you smile life-long. I’ve been bitten by a storm of memories since the time I have started to pen down this article and I hope you too remember some crazy faces and even crazier memories after reading this little story of mine.
Something about that night was suspicious. It was quieter than usual, not a lot of people chilling in the open area in the middle no music in any of the rooms, a rather absurd phenomenon for a building full of bachelors. Wondering what was wrong I went to my room. Approximately half an hour later, I hear noises so gory that either we had entered the Jumanji and landed up in the middle of an elephant parade or it was somebody’s birthday. There was a boy running for his life, being chased by a mob which slapped the walls of the corridor with their make shit weapons made out of anything and everything they could find- newspapers, broom, sticks etc. but the most feared of them were the chappals. You can’t even imagine that these harmless looking everyday use items could make such a damage. Don’t believe me? Ask a guy who has lived in a hostel. Anyway, after a small chase the mob caught the birthday boy. Four men lifted him in in air and beat is bum black and blue. Well before I tell you what happened next let me tell you something about the birthday boy. Every hostel has at least a handful of these creatures who hate water, so much so that the try to avoid bathing more than classes. Their room looks like an aftermath of an earthquake. So I wasn’t surprised when I saw one of the assassinators getting a bucket full of water and pouring it on the poor chap. What surprised me was that five-ten other guys joined in. After pouring 10-15 buckets of water on the poor birthday boy the mad mob turned towards others. It had turned into a hostel war, except this time it was water and not chappals. Gangs were formed, people were dragged out of their bunkers and made wet. The mob even caught a harmless bystander like me and at the end, nobody was spared. Guys stood in their torn baniyans, some were laying on the floor exhausted, some had bruises but everybody had smiles on their faces. It was like Holi came early but in a nastier avatar, because there was no bhang this time or yummy ladoos.
Some of you might be disgusted by the act I know, even the hostel office was. But they did not have to punish us anyway because we had taken care of that ourselves. The next day was spent with absolutely no water and hence that was the only hostel water wars we ever had. So, use chappals but not water.
I would like to work for Aditya Birla Fashion and Retail Ltd. This is primarily because I believe in Trendy and Fashionista Image. Further, I had my MBA internship where my project was about understanding trends in the fashion industry. This gave me a detailed overview of the value chain, key players, international trade, etc. for the Indian textile industry. Having a basic textile and retail background in the same I would like to apply that knowledge and also upgrade my skills in the same with one of reputed brands which is Grasim or Aditya Birla Fashion and Retail Ltd.
- Vaibhav Toppo
