A final Goodbye to my Hostel Seniors.

Tonight was officially last night of my hostel seniors at hostel.Rest of hostel living students organized a fare well party in the honor of seniors.I started the farewell tonight with some sadness in my mind but with a lot more hope of their great coming days.I wished them a spontaneous future. Some of my Seniors (Aqdas Rehman, Mudassir Afzal, Waleed khalid, Fawwad Tahir, Mubeen, Sohaib Rauf, Wadood ch, Imran hazoor, Khurrum Mehboob and many more) shared their good and bad days in hostel and made very interesting but advices filled speeches to us.

Right now what is more important is how their lives at I.U.B (RYK Campus) is came to a close. And I have to admit, I feel a little sad. I.U.B (RYK Campus) had become a big, happy part of my otherwise sad little life. And I will miss all the people who are leaving hostel. And will miss hating all the people I hated. Not that I hate anyone. Iqbal hall hostel  is a special place and the BsCs class of 2007 is even more special to me.This was one smart bunch of good people. Probably the best batch I.U.B (RYK Campus) has had to date. And if not to date, then definitely better than the numerous others who lived before them and came after, during the time they were there. About the things I will miss, the people I love and *drum roll* the people I did not love at Iqbal hall hostel. Call me irrational, frivolous or stupid but June 2011 is the start of a brand new year for them. A much-needed break year.I am sorry I will not be a part of their coming life, but they should know I will be watching them from far away – through Facebook pictures. So be good. Keep me posted with the I.U.B gossip and I will keep you posted with mine. Eat an extra bite of chicken for my sake. And try hard for better future. Now that I have that clear, finally, GOOD-bye.

Photo stream of this joyous party can be seen on my facebook profile after a while.

Hostel Life: What I hate

Shifting back to ” The Islamia University of Bahawalpur”Hostel after long summer vacations on coming Monday.I enjoyed hostel life for 2 years.There are somethings which I hate in Hostel,describing below.

The Warden: I wonder if while hiring hostel wardens, the administration specifically looks for bitter, old, and mostly hard persons who will make sure that life is unbearably hard for students at the The Islamia University of Bahawalpur Hostel. They inculcate a sense of fear among those destined to be at their mercy. With a paper and pen ready, they are constantly waiting to pounce on their victims just so they can attach another notice on the board of disorderly conduct.

The Washrooms: It is an absolute pain walking into a wet washroom. The pain scale shoots to 10 when the washroom is both wet and littered with hair. Mind-boggling. Vomit-inspiring.

The Mess: Ever wondered why the hostel just cannot have a proper cafeteria.The meal that is cooked at mess would have a bad taste and very expensive in cost. Have you tried to figure out what it will take for authorities to manage Mess at hostel properly.

The Roommate: When you join a hostel first, you are either stuck with two or three boys(in case of small room) or five to six(if you entertained with a big room). It is only a few years later that you may actually a space on your own. However, before that happens, for some odd reason you are always stuck with people you are not compatible with at all. They will happily sleep at 10 p.m sharp requiring you to switch the lights off without any regard for the fact that you have to study. They refuse to use a pair of headphones. They insist on eating their meals in the bedroom leaving a perpetual stench. Unless you put your foot down, the tirade of shamelessness goes on.

The absence of hot water and heaters during winters: There is never enough warm water in the winters. If, unfortunately, your hostel happens to be in Murree; life is definitely difficult during winters. Heaters were obviously not allowed in the rooms lest the students leave them on which is, indeed, sensible. Yet it still sucks to be shivering all winter.

The Backbiting: While I have come across some of the best people at Hostel, there is no dearth of those who will make sure they report everything whether it is true or false to the wretched warden. If they can’t get hold of the warden, they will make it their business to talk about you behind your back to everyone who is ready to listen.

Bunk beds: I don’t think this one needs explanation.

The no-television policy: As if  life at the hostel isn’t dreary enough, there are these rules which forbid you from any fun activity whatsoever. Watching TV beyond the specified hours earns you bad points. Blaring music was obviously not allowed and rightfully so, I would add reluctantly. Sundays were worth waiting for.

The Goodbyes: No matter how hard it is living with a bunch of strangers for years, it is painful to say goodbye. Life at University Hostel is full of memories cherished to be forever – minus the encounters with the warden or someone else!