My hostel life - Visakhapatnam, India ( Final part )

April 2007 had arrived and we were in 12^th standard now. The classes were going on full pace, study hours became longer and hectic. Our heads became heavy, thoughts became wavy with the same old boring lectures and students napping during the class hours as well as the study hours was a common site. If caught disturbing the class , strict punishments were given.

Our campus was surrounded by a 6 feet boundary wall with a 3 feet barbed wire fencing on top of the wall, thus making it impossible to jump. But when you have 100s of teenagers in your campus who are pumped up with testosterone, jumping a mere boundary wall is not a daunting task. Watching people jump and listening their stories, we also planned to jump the wall. It was a normal Thursday night and the dinner sucked, so a couple of friends and I made plans to jump the wall and go to a nearby dhaba (a road side restaurant) to have some chicken tandoori and naan (a famous Indian cuisine). Just after the study hours got over at 10.30 pm, we went to our room, took our wallets and came down near the mess where we had found a perfect spot to jump. We had done a prior survey of the ground which was on the other side of our campus; some construction work was going on there. As soon as the security guard went to drink water, we jumped the boundary wall and landed on an irregular ground and were soon spotted by a security guard of that campus. With the adrenaline rushing through our veins, we started running towards the road, with me being in the front. During our survey, we had noticed a boundary wall under construction which was in its 1st stage with only the foundation being dug till now. The depth of the foundation that we had estimated was something around 4-5 feet. Keeping these calculations in mind, I jumped into it, while we were being chased by that security guard. But we were proved wrong, and I landed into a 7-8 feet deep foundation ditch. Watching me jump, both of my friends stopped and were soon caught by the guard. One of them tried to pull me up to the ground. Somehow I climbed up with all my dress turned into filth. The guard after numerous arguments and negotiations agreed to keep his mouth shut for just 50 bucks. We reached the dhaba at around midnight and the bad luck that we had carried turned worse. Due to some police restrictions, they were going to shut down in sometime and were unable to cook anything. My friend sited a beer and asked the waiter to get one with couple of glasses. This was going to be my first time with beer, so I was a little bit delighted about it. The moment the beer went inside my mouth, my taste buds rejected it and I had to puke everything out. After we were done with the dhaba, we decided to go to the city as we were very hungry. It was 1am in the night when we reached the city bus stand and were very exhausted, so just had some dosa sambhar and slept in a dormitory nearby. The next morning, we went to the beach, took bath and then returned to our hostel. This was certainly not a successful one, out of the many times which we did, but was very exhilarating, probably the best of all.

It was the month of February 2009 and the board exams were on our head. It was the 11^th hour and I had minimal preparation for the exams. In spite of this, I was not worried at all. Most of the times, after the dinner, we used to jump the boundary wall and visit that dhaba. Smoke and Booze became the centre of every night out. Books were thrown under the bed, with spiders weaving their cobwebs all around. Study hours were spent chit chatting with friends, mocking each other. Life was so much fun until the day our board exams started. Somehow, I finished the exams and the time for college entrance exams was on the run. Out of these exams, for one exam we had to go to a different city. The night before that exam, we drank and dined, keeping alive the trend of every party. As they say, hangovers are the worst and being that hungover, I wrote that exam. You see, God works in mysterious ways, and he did , I cleared this exam and had achieved the best rank out of all the other exams I gave that year. I went for the counselling session in that college, situated in Coimbatore (Tamil Nadu),  in the month of May 2009, and chose the branch - Civil Engineering, which I had always desired for. Four years later, I was a certified Civil engineer in June 2013, worked for 1 year in an MNC (related to my field) in Mumbai, and right now I’m writing this article lying on my bed with my laptop in front me after completing my PG in Advanced Construction Management from Goa with a new job in hand.

In my opinion, life is not about choices rather it’s about working on the chances you get along the way and being smart enough to grab the opportunities. Live life to the fullest so that when you look in the mirror of your past, you don’t regret rather cherish those moments with a smile on your face and some tears in your eyes. These 2 years spent in Vizag were one of the best moments in my life. This hostel life taught me lots and lots of important lessons which I would have missed if had said No in the first place on that Feb 2007 afternoon when my dad came up with the proposal.

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