Three years…. Yes three years have passed since I first entered that room, a room, which over these three years; I had learnt to call mine. I still remember the first day at college. I had come with my parents to Goa and the next day we had gone to see my college – BITS-Pilani, Goa. I was awestruck when I had the first complete glance of the college campus from the main gate. I had never imagined that engineering colleges could look so beautiful. Carrying on, from the main gate we went to the B-Dome or the main institute building, where room allotments to first year students (yeah, that would be us) were going on. I stood in line like the others and waited for my turn. And then it finally came. The professor sitting behind the comp asked me for my call letter and identification. I gladly handed them over to him. He entered my name in the database and out came a printout on a blue paper that said “Devanshu Kaushik ; Hostel No. AH-2; Room no. 146” I took it to my mom and dad who were waiting outside and together we three set off to find my hostel. Now, I was new in the college and so was not accustomed to the paths and routes inside the campus, so it took us about 15 min to find the hostel which now I can find within 2 min while I’m sleep walking around the campus.
We entered the hostel; there were many others like me around. Some shifting baggage, others getting their rooms cleaned. The hostel assistant (Chandrashekhar, \m/) showed me my room. The best thing about BITS hostels was that we were allotted single rooms from the first year itself, no sharing - a rare phenomenon in colleges, not even there in Pilani. So I was glad that I at least had the room to myself and didn’t have to worry about the prospect of a hostile roommate. First look at the room- I thought, “not bad…. Not bad at all” , considering the rumors I had heard regarding hostel rooms in engineering colleges (of course I discount Manipal and Vellore here, I’m talking about the affordable ones ;P ) . Maybe it was due to the fact that the campus was relatively new, so the furniture, the cupboard, my walls all were clean and tidy (It was later however, that I came to know, this was the case only with my rooms, as the previous occupants of my friends’ rooms were not so kind to the walls before leaving, so I thank you my predecessor, wherever you are :P ) . Anyways, mom was kind enough to tidy up the room for me that day and I moved in the next day with my stuff.
Thus began the tale of the three wonderful years that were to follow. In those three years, we had our first historic game of dumb-charades in my room, I tried my hand at the guitar for the first time here (although an incomplete event), I wrote my first blog here, I learnt how painfully slow the internet can get here, it was here that I met my angel ;) …..Keeping it short- this room became a part of me in these three years – of my joys and of my sorrows and of my hopes and the times when I lost it. And now that the time has come when I have finally said my good byes to it, I would like to provide a closure with this write up. Thank you AH2-146 for sharing my life with me. I will surely miss you…
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