Etwas Gedanken
The Hostel Saga
I loved life in the hostel
It's great, anyone will tell
Number 11 was my hostel room
Everyone was welcome, except despair and gloom
We were then four roommates
From four, far flung Indian states
We did so many, oh so many things!
But there was one commonality in all the things
And that was, throughout our year together, we enjoyed it all
We enjoyed each rise, we even enjoyed every fall
And I guess that's why everybody often says
“Boy, those were the good old days!”
We thought everyone in the hostel was a friend
Friends for ever and friends till the end
Music floats in from below and above
In our room, it is the music we love
The player is always put on to sing
Everybody from Madonna, Turbognegro to Sting
Listening to Bon Jovi and Whitesnakes
Dancing and jumping around with pelvic shakes
On the wall is Carlos Santana
Playing his guitar, wearing a bandana
Often the player is ruled by Iron Maiden
The shelves are dominated by Van Halen
Over time I added couple CDs of Def Lep
To which later I added some by Led Zep
Not to forget one of my then favourites, Metallica,
Robert Miles, Deep Forest and Enigma
I probably would have made a terrible DJ
Sometimes switching from Bryan Adams to MJ
Studies in general, inevitably took a backseat
I would hit the books only when I started to feel the heat
The textbooks and my class notes, I never looked
But on novels and short stories, I was totally hooked
I voraciously read Ayn Rand and Jeffrey Archer
Occasionally throwing in Sydney Sheldon and Robert B. Parker
During the examinations, I was forced to stay up all nights
But then, in all other rooms as well burned the lights
Some of the boys were in hopeless condition
They would fail, such was a dire premonition
All of us together worked hard and went without sleep
but after the examinations, we collapsed in a blessed heap
Vacation time! Then we all went home
Glad to go, almost as if we were heading to Rome
After vacations, we were all back
And with heavy hearts, we would start to unpack
Time for the results, all of us tried to be hopeful
But with all that suspense, the feeling was pretty dreadful
Some of the guys were in serious tension and doubt
Sure enough, the results were out
A wave of relief ran through the hostel!
We all ran to the phone booths pell mell
I gave the good news to my father and mother
Then I also sent out a mail to my elder brother
Most of us were in a jubilant mood!
We went out to a 'dhabba' to have some delicious food
We had a really pleasant time, quite fine
To celebrate, we opened a bottle of red wine
We chatted a lot, all witty and snappy
and returned to the hostel, tired but so happy.
Well, that's the way it is in hostel life
It's a lot like balancing on the edge of a knife
Do your job and have tonnes of fun
You can do almost anything under the sun
There's a good side and then there's a bad side
but without control, you will start to seriously slide
Control yourself and everything will be fine
With a little bit of balance, you'll definitely shine!
It's great, anyone will tell
Number 11 was my hostel room
Everyone was welcome, except despair and gloom
We were then four roommates
From four, far flung Indian states
We did so many, oh so many things!
But there was one commonality in all the things
And that was, throughout our year together, we enjoyed it all
We enjoyed each rise, we even enjoyed every fall
And I guess that's why everybody often says
“Boy, those were the good old days!”
We thought everyone in the hostel was a friend
Friends for ever and friends till the end
Music floats in from below and above
In our room, it is the music we love
The player is always put on to sing
Everybody from Madonna, Turbognegro to Sting
Listening to Bon Jovi and Whitesnakes
Dancing and jumping around with pelvic shakes
On the wall is Carlos Santana
Playing his guitar, wearing a bandana
Often the player is ruled by Iron Maiden
The shelves are dominated by Van Halen
Over time I added couple CDs of Def Lep
To which later I added some by Led Zep
Not to forget one of my then favourites, Metallica,
Robert Miles, Deep Forest and Enigma
I probably would have made a terrible DJ
Sometimes switching from Bryan Adams to MJ
Studies in general, inevitably took a backseat
I would hit the books only when I started to feel the heat
The textbooks and my class notes, I never looked
But on novels and short stories, I was totally hooked
I voraciously read Ayn Rand and Jeffrey Archer
Occasionally throwing in Sydney Sheldon and Robert B. Parker
During the examinations, I was forced to stay up all nights
But then, in all other rooms as well burned the lights
Some of the boys were in hopeless condition
They would fail, such was a dire premonition
All of us together worked hard and went without sleep
but after the examinations, we collapsed in a blessed heap
Vacation time! Then we all went home
Glad to go, almost as if we were heading to Rome
After vacations, we were all back
And with heavy hearts, we would start to unpack
Time for the results, all of us tried to be hopeful
But with all that suspense, the feeling was pretty dreadful
Some of the guys were in serious tension and doubt
Sure enough, the results were out
A wave of relief ran through the hostel!
We all ran to the phone booths pell mell
I gave the good news to my father and mother
Then I also sent out a mail to my elder brother
Most of us were in a jubilant mood!
We went out to a 'dhabba' to have some delicious food
We had a really pleasant time, quite fine
To celebrate, we opened a bottle of red wine
We chatted a lot, all witty and snappy
and returned to the hostel, tired but so happy.
Well, that's the way it is in hostel life
It's a lot like balancing on the edge of a knife
Do your job and have tonnes of fun
You can do almost anything under the sun
There's a good side and then there's a bad side
but without control, you will start to seriously slide
Control yourself and everything will be fine
With a little bit of balance, you'll definitely shine!
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The Hostel Saga
The Hostel Saga
