There was a time when I never thought I’d be spending the night in a hostel. I had my own room with a bed and a TV. I had my own kitchen, own bathroom, and own everything.
I stayed in hostels for a few nights as part of my job when I was working as an IT professional in Bangalore. But that didn’t really convince me to stay in one for good.
But when I quit my job to go travel, it was just the opposite. I had never looked back since then!
It was after two days of planning at the office (I used to work as a manager) that I decided to take off on my first solo trip abroad. After all, it’s been more than 5 years since the last time I went abroad. And it was more than 8 years since the last time I went on a solo trip (not including business trips). It was also after more than 3 years of being single that I decided to go on such an alluring trip.
As soon as it hit me (the idea), there were plenty of emotions running through my mind: excitement, fear, thrill, etc. But one thing that kept bothering me throughout those three days was “What if something happens?”
In the very first week of the semester, the freshers will be given an opportunity to pick their hostel. People from different regions of India are accommodated in individual blocks. Upperclassmen are given the opportunity to choose a block where they would like to stay for the next year.
A board is put up with all the blocks and their numbers on it and students can go and write their preferences on pieces of paper.
The days before the results are announced, there is a lot of suspense about which block would have more votes. The results are announced and everyone goes crazy if their block got selected. They all go and celebrate with their friends and seniors by having – thambuli (a special drink prepared by freshers only).