Third year was by far the most memorable one, because I think for the first time the whole class of ours was located together in the same wing of the same hostel.
100 girls in the same wing of a hostel which could hold nearly two hundred something girls
Well I don’t think that there is any need to say that we made life hell for the hostel in charge
They were a couple of old ladies – Sudha jiji and Bharti jiji as we used to call them
The hostel was the oldest in the whole of banasthali and had a distinct character of its own
The roofs used to leak during rains , the bathroom doors couldn’t be latched properly. Since it was so old it had all kinds of ghost stories circulating it and of course the old jijis who were part and parcel of this whole building added to the overall effect of us living in some old age era
The rules were stricter the food better and life of course more fun
We had prayer meetings every night , and all of us biotech girls used to go and sit right at the back and make fun. The best things we used to do was tie the chunnis of the girls sitting in front of us .prayer hall was also attendance hall so we had to give attendance sharp at 9
It was in the prayer hall where we were subjected to thoughts as to that we were all ruined for life and also that what will we ever teach our children as we were so badly brought up
This did not endear us to the old ladies of course and I think someone took revenge on our part from them when one of our hostel inmates(for the life of me I cannot guess) threw a lighted firecracker into their room when they were asleep. They were scared to death and promptly started a rumour that these girls were trying to kill them.
Inspite all this the third year was the best
I remember going to Jaipur many times for giving exams (mba entrance)
The chemistry labs were even more fun , as being seniors we had more time to spend at that place
I remember going to the top of gyan mandir which housed the labs . The terrace was a beautiful place to be, you could look all around at the expanse of land which mostly was a virgin.
We cooked at the batti where I learned lots of things about cooking
I think till date the most memorable holi was what I spent in banasthali third year
We played with all the colors right in the night and in the morning when no color was to be found we all went out side and played with mud and sand
Catching girls one by one and then pushing them into the mud pit
It was violent dirty and very much fun .Till date the best one I ever had
How can I forget Usha’s antics in scaring us
She was one don of our hostel. We were properly scared as she used to come just when some of us were taking bath and one thud of her fist on the door and it used to fly open.
Just to save our dignity many of us used to take bath at 4 o clock in the morning when she was sleeping
I remember when exam times used to come I and Garima used to sit in terrace to read but always ended gossiping a lot.
The second thing which we all will always remember the strike we had during our last year to ask for holidays .
We all decided at night and then the next morning all of us didn’t go for breakfast and sent the messages that we won’t be having lunch too
This made the chairman and his son to come to our hostel where ensued a big discussion which led to negotiation and finally a decision on our side
Another thing was water shortage
By the end of the term the water which used to come out of the taps was getting yellow in color
We had to resort to drinking only bisleri water buying it out of shops
We had no choice but to use that yellow water to bath but washing hair was out of question
So once 4 of us roomies took towel and our shampoos and then washed our heads in the hand pump outside
Then one day we had food poisoning chapter in the hostel
Then at last but not the least the going away time, as much as we all loved holidays it was the last time we all were together and that thought brought tears to everyone’s eye.
And now we have tears because try as we may we can never bring back those days
Those golden days when happiness meant having rajma chawal on Thursday and sadness meant not talking to your room mates
Where fighting meant that we were fighting about who should go to take a bath first and when entertainment meant watching movie with friends under the open sky
How can I forget that we were so mad about movies that we stood in rains to watch a movie end
How can I or anyone forget those late night talks
All the philosophy and everything which was discussed under the pretence of playing games.
Life can never be the same again for all of us because we were a part of banasthali
We have slept under the open sky looking at the stars and the milky way
We have felt and established bansthali in our lives and our hearts .
The friends we have made their have life long bond because three years were something which we won’t change for all the gold or diamonds in this world .
Life can never be the same again
A life time of memories which I can never put down in words….
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