CEK LH

I woke up hearing a classical song from the other room. This practice for the ‘Voice of Rithu’ must have been started from the early morning. All others in my room are still sleeping. Yesterday’s late night dumbsherads made us so tired. The timepiece which kept aside the pillow showed 6 ‘O’ clock. Somehow I stepped down the double decker bed and headed towards the browsing zone. On the way, I took some water from the water purifier. Even though the hostel mess provides black coffee, I prefer this. Though the browsing zone exists in the corners of every floor, it is fairly occupied often. I checked my fb notifications and the mail inbox. Nothing unusual… quite an ordinary day. I have given a full stop for my browsing; otherwise it steals my whole day.

On the way back to my room, I entered room no: 57. My intention was to borrow Gopika’s ADA notebook for copying yesterday’s problems. In the room I found her along with other three, cracking some code for the online programming competition. “When more brains unite, the result will be quick and clear”. I walked out of the room without disturbing them. I came back to the room and found the other two has just woken up. In LH all wake up late on weekends.

The thermocol, charts and marker pens all scattered in the floor as such we had put on yesterday. We have work yet to complete for the upcoming cultural fest. Suddenly my cell phone beeped. It was a message from Anju. She is lazy enough to come to our room next to hers, so she often texts. I opened the message and it displayed.

Hw abt d idea f goin 2 beach 2day?

That message really made us excited. We really need a break especially a hang out. Soniya and Suja ran out of the room to take a count of people of our batch who are interested with. All together 28 people liked to move to the beach. So we decided to go by the Kollam-Punalur passenger train which reaches Kottarakkara by 11.05 am. The ticket costs only Rs 4 per head which is really, really economical. I rushed to the bathroom to avoid the unavailability. Bathroom is the only thing which we find shortage but only at the times we badly need it. I bathed too fast to avoid the knocking at the door.

“I should also buy an eye-artist like this one”. I thought while creating an outer line for my eyes. “The breakfast is ready. You can have it in the mess hall. “ The speaker which kept in the middle of every corridor shouted. All good and bad information we came to know through this speaker. Breakfast is Idli-Sambhar for every Saturday. I moved to the mess hall along with my roommates. The mess was so colorful with us. We love to be more fashionable when we are with our gang. We left the hostel by 10.45 after putting a signature in the movement register.

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We had a very enjoyable day with our friends. On the way back one friend in the hostel phoned me to inform that the gate will be closed soon. I heard the speaker shouting- “The gate will be closed within a few minutes. Inform those who are outside” through the phone. We reached the Kottarakkara station by 6.20 pm. And reached the hostel before 6.30pm (closing time). At night I thought about this wonderful hostel life which made us more adjustable and independent person. Hostel life gives more time to do what we like. It allows combine study as well as group dance practice. It gives more enthusiasm and more team-spirit. Above all it gives more true friends.


-Athira M. K.

-Contributed for College Magazine 2011-12