In the memories of AMU.

Hmmm. I always wanted to share this, now time to write something about this. Flashback to few years ago, this was the time I started living by myself...Those were my pleasant hostel days. I always have a very special soft corner for those days. I still remember the 12 August tuesday ealry afternoon when I took admission, was thrilled as I am going to live finally on my own, and was horrified with ranging and other stories reason. Was little sad as now my dad will not be there with me, happy coz when I will be going home in vacation I have stories to tell my younger brothers.
I will described it in three phase –
1- Phase one – Sad – crying – please save me god I am I hell .
2- Phase Two- Little better – confused – what Next
3- Phase Three – hmmm.. MASTI, Masti, Masti and only Masti...

Full on dada giri, seniority bhaichara, Drama, bunking collage, meeting to short attendees. There is lot to share. Though I had a image of sweetu cutu bacchi among my seniors but few had a privilege to know she is nani of shaitani. though I had not done that much fun due to ghar pe complain na pahuche ( I was shareef badmash) but yes I had fun love, joy.I read this poem some where, which is I am going to zot down, and I am sure who ever live in hostel can easily associate him/ her with this.

This is for all my hostel friends wherever they are, though among those I have lost touch with some but I feel it will reach them someday somehow.............

Yaad hai tumko wo hostel k days,pepsi pe k sona, khana wo lays..........
Ragging seniors ne leni har rozz,wo pakadna s.c. mein, bolna chalo jaldi do intro .
College jana wo tricolor mein lagana sar mein tail (oil)
seniors ka darana, hojaogay warna fail.
Roz hamein phir ek acche din ki aas,raat ko rona, jana wo friends k paas..
class mein pahuchna time se pehlay aadat wo khaas,
wo sir ka kehna ,bachon aaj nahi hai class
kapdon ka dhona sunday k din,line mein lagna kabhi wo bucket k bin.
fest pe hamara wo beauty parlour jana,
bus mein phir jhoom k wo gana ganachoti choti baaton pe friends se takraar,
ab lagta hai kya din the wo yaar..
wo kehna Bhai ka tumhe batatate hai aajhar din bus yuhi guzar jana,
par yaar har din tha wo khaasyaad hain tumko kya wo hostel k day,
wo kehna warden ka, this you will have to pay, You girls never learn any etiquette.
That giggling and waiting Uff when we will be out of this jail...

I also remember my pa words that he told me o first day when i was joining Abdullah hall
"Beta you are going to enter in a different life from the life you had in your home, enjoy this, it come to few relish it, and succeed it, the enjoyment part should come with the responsibly. I am not a father of conservative thinking, you are going live alone going to know people, just be firm whatever you do.

After now more then four years i feel it was rightly said