Hello there ! I have been reading  blogs of my friends that I have been following and they are really very nice and I'm kind of enjoying it after reading it I get  knowledge that I try to follow and lead a more peaceful and Umm more of meaningful life and thanks for your support people who are reading my blogs too and commenting on that is a valuable thing for me.
Everyone must have lived in a hostel in their life at least once and I would love to know their stories through their blogs or by commenting on this blog .Try to share it with us too.
Okay so now cutting short, I'm going to write the next part of my hostel story that I started a few days ago and now I decided to continue it .
In the last blog of my hostel I mentioned the positive  points  .  But then realised that it is not less than a prison. We were almost dead in that hostel because of their rules and regulations and their harsh discipline that would choke us to death. first and the most irritating rule of the hostel was to wear only kurta and salwar no matter how hot it is you cannot wear  shorts or trousers or t-shirts but only kurta along with the dupatta .see I never wore a kurta in my life before except school uniform . So whenever we were going to the mess I would definitely forget to carry my dupatta and my roommate would stop me, saying , "hey you  forgot your dupatta  please take it." There was a rule of doing assembly or a prayer kind of thing before eating your dinner and giving your attendance to the warden and if you miss it by mistake you will have to clean the tables or serve the dinner as your punishment . Can you imagine like serving a hundred of people dinner in a single time ? And that pain in your hand ? Applying Volini gel in the night can make anyone cry. Food was really so bad than any other mess they had like dal with a lots of water in it and it had no spices no salt  at all but we will wait for Wednesdays because on Wednesday we will get curry rice and on fridays we will get sambhar but no idly or dosa. Just normal rotis, without ghee or salad. No curd no pickle no butter no jam no fruits. We will have to buy everything by ourselves. We were not allowed to bring water bottles on the dining tables. We will have to maintain a pin drop silence in the mess.  If their guards noticed us talking or giggling they would write down our names and we get punished the next day. There was a strict rule that we cannot take our food plates in our rooms we will have to finish everything in the mess right there only. On Saturdays we will get kachoris. Only these were the days we will eat nicely and the rest of the days were like hell.

Thanks for reading this. Hope you enjoyed this horrible story.

Share yours too. That's be so amazing. Will write the next or last part shorty . Till then ba bye !!!!