06-24-2011, 05:19 PM
There is nothing like, home. But those how have lived in a hostel know that it has its own pleasures. Home gives you a sheltered life in which everything is arranged for your comfort. In a hostel you are a part of community. You make your own choices, cultivate your own friendship and find your own enemies if you must have them. I live in our college hostel and love it. It stands close to the college building. It is a small hostel consisting of some twelve dormitories, a common room, a reading room, a dining hall and a small residence for our superintendent. There are green and well-kept lawns with flowers beds all around the building. Four boys live in each dormitory of course any room becomes rather crowdy when for young boys with all their things live in it. And our dormitories are not very spacious. We lack privacy. In the beginning it is somewhat uncomfortable to share your room with three strangers, but you get used to it in a few days. Actually I miss him if one of my room mates goes on leave. In all, some fifty students reside in our hostel. We have elected two monitors and a prefect who are responsible for maintaining a pleasant and quite atmosphere in the hostel. They enforce the hostel rules and sometimes it is a pleasure you may call it a perverse pleasure to break them. But what will you do if the superintendent leaves the matters of discipline to you? You cannot break the rules then. This is what our superintendent has done. We manage our own affairs and activities. One of the centre of our activities is the reading-room. A number of newspapers and magazines are available there. Most of the boarders spend their evenings there. They read newspaper and magazines. There we discuss our problem and also exchange a little, harmless gossip in a carefree manner. Those who are interested in indoor games spend their leisure in the common room if you go there in the evening you will find some boys busy playing table tennis while be waiting for their turn in a corner , sit a couple of chess players with a chessboard between them. At 8 o clock the common room and the reading room are closed, and we go to the dining room and have our meals. The study hours begin at nine. All the students are required to be in their room by that time perfect silence now reigns over the hostel, and everyone is busy in his studies. If someone observed them bending over their books and notebooks, he would wonder whether they were the same boys who a short while ago, were laughing and joking as if they never had a care in their life. We certainly enjoy living in a hostel it is a busy, pleasant and rewarding life.