The very first day you enter, It looks like a jail. This place indeed gives us the best experience, Yes we call it a hostel.
Either its your roommate, Or when you enter the mess. ‘Mom i can’t eat this’, Is the biggest kind of stress.
Nothing makes you nervous, ‘Tomorrow is your intro’ but these words can. Seniors are meant to flirt, You and your group is always like; Oh She is so beautiful man’. The ugly dances with friends are fun, Every corner has a cam. After every mistake you become innocent, The only words are ‘Sorry warden mam’. Early morning breakfast is unforgettable, ‘Guard uncle’ is your only dependence. The biggest headache is still not mentioned, Yes i am talking about the evening attendance.
The line for laundry makes you angry, Uniform is always daggy. ‘Mess’ makes your life a mess, Your only saviour is Maggie.
Birthdays are always special here, With cakes,balloons and knife. It makes you worth everything, Cheers to the best HOSTEL LIFE.