Back to the good days before I had arrived kota I was googling some blogs and went through a statement that " keep 6 pairs of underwear with you as you have to wash them yourself in the hostel". But after having 8 months of my amazing stay in hostel I can say hostel life is much more exciting and interesting. I was never a very social fellow. I used to play prank and annoy people with my jokes and pulling leg habit. So I never had a very good social image and I was knowing I'll gonna face some severe problem due to this.
The first few days went pretty good in the hostel. I was already honored with the name "kamina" before the release of this film I don't know why. Soon the hostel fellow gave me my another name " chanakaya" and "no. 27"( don't ask why). I don't know how but I was reflecting a very political and cunning image. After coming from our coaching all of we had a emergency discussion on the complete happenings of the day. Every time at the hostel some one can be seen gossiping while others were celebrating that " I'm studying and they are not". At night if some one came to have some water from purifier, any other one tired of studies definitely came out for a 5 min chat which always extended for more than 4 hours and involving most of the fellows of top floor. Occasional ground floor students also joined us.
After getting familiar I didn't miss any chance of pulling legs of other. Unintentionally I was forming a negative image, of which I was not aware. Amar was getting frustrated by my such acts and he started disliking me. One night we had a vehement discussion on " India and America". He used to have some biased thinking that US is much greater than India and India is a spoiled rotten country on which I never consented. I always advocated in favour of India, demanding that we the youth must come forward for the building of this country. If we can't dare to clean the mud then we have no right to spit on it.As per him the government should come forward to help people but I had very different perception that only if one have the will then only he can succeed. Most of the people lack a will to accelerate their living standard and hence they still lives a degraded life.
He used to have thinking like if we had to start a work, then it can be initiated and propagate much easily in US than India and I always gave counter view that US had already lots of settled business so you can't grow well there but in India there is far less competition than US and we can develop very well. I always advocated a success with out any difficulty is of no worth. Greater the troubles you have in your journey more you become strong and mature but he had a complete different and peculiar perception. He awarded me with the title " hypothetical speaker " as I used to give examples like the poor boy which used to reside in slum in front of our hostel may become a rich person if he opened a mess and delivered very quality food.
Soon Amar started hating me a lot and started back biting. One day He was telling others in his peculiar started that a time machine had being made and it'll start working soon to which I couldn't stop giggling which made him very annoyed. Frustrated of all this awkward stuff I stopped talking with him and started staying most of the time in my room. When the Music boy was thrown out a new boy from UP came in his room which we referred as 'MOTRAM'. He told his EML rank to me 1500 and I doubted it very much due to his physic and body language. He first told that he is the district topper in high school. I thought " ok koi to hoga shayad ye hi ho". Then he said he got 98 percent in PCM in senior secondary. Now I started doubting that such a smart student can't join CP( career point) leaving bansal, he is telling a lie for sure.Then he told us that he was the national boxing champion. He said there was a severe accident of him before the AIEEE exam but some how he survived. As per him his dad was a supreme court lawyer, a business tycoon in USA running 7 star restaurants and casinos in NY and Las Vegas , mayor of mathura and his grand father a MP. Lots of filmy drama started since his arrival. He told us that how many girls are having crush on him. He used to hate his neighbor and most of the time they were throwing mud on each other.
He used to tell about his girl friend and about his psychic abilities. Some of his funny stories were " one of his friend who was dead came to his home to return a book which he had taken from him " , " a man married a women and they had a baby. one day when the light was not there he called his wife to light the candle suddenly the light comes and he saw that his wife while sitting on the bed extended her hand to miters to light the candle , he ran away with his child which suddenly disappeared" , " one of his relative which went to bengal was trapped by a widow witch and turned into a goat , she converted him back to normal at night to have sex with him hahaha" and many other weird stories.
His true face came only when I revived my contacts with Amar. That day I realized that one can make a lot of benefit by communication gap. He declared my sudden success in a test as my politics of making others fight and to study myself lolz. And all other fools were also in his trap. Behind the curtain I was the biggest villain, playing politics for my success and others downfall. At the end I rectified all the things. There were many other bizarre incidents and political traps which at present I can't reveal. I still have fear of him and his political power :).He called me few days back and told that he didn't get selected even after getting 292 marks in JEE. How unfortunate for you I replied. I told him to use his political powers to enter into IITs
That fellow was my biggest achievement during the gap year. I realized that you can't trust a person. I became very ruthless and doubting type after this. I removed friendship and some other words from my dictionary. May be I need some good and kind soul to heal my wounds. I was proved to be an exception in terms of relationship in both virtual and real world as in both the case I was deceived. But last days of hostel went really went. I apologized all the other fellow of any of my misbehavior. Infact the reveal of that rascal proved to be a turning point to join all of us again and act like a single team. Lots more memory to cherish about my hostel life. How we played cricket, football, volleyball with gloves, monkey caps or bottles. The UNO playing in the night and cheating in it. Eating from each other lunch box, going for party, watching 3 idiots with friends, motivating others for success, healing others relationship. I wish to be back in those days and say loudly " chalo uncle ki deewar gandi karte hai "
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