Martin Hall ' 11 C '

Never in my life I have been exposed to a hostel life. But I was allowed to do my post graduation only if I get a coll hostel. That's my mom's words. It was a real battle to get a hostel in the most prestigious campus. A big queue to meet the Dean for hostel accommodation.  Dean of students screamed , " GET OUT" many a times! Every time he said those two strong words standing up from his Honorable seat. One side my mother screams and the other side dean and in between myself and Deborah. Tears about to come, She decides on what can be done next. Suddenly a call, Mom picks; With horrible voice, My mother, " who is this"; Can I speak to Glady", from the other end. Mom, " who is this"( now with even more horror ) ; "It's from dean office"; Mom smiles and takes me to the office and the Dean wrote " Admit in Martin Hall " 

The moment of surprise, God's grace, tears, joy overwhelming, I did not show anything outside. But I felt so happy that God did not let me down. With so much happiness, got the directions to the hall, paid fees, mom and deby left me in and went. I never cried when I waved bye. I happily came back to room and Diana introduced me to a few. 

Portia, the wonderful room mate was the one, I met the minute I entered my room. with the Holy Bible in her hand, traditional clothing, The christian look, the fearful smile and that south Indian look. I felt happy cos she shares my language. After a brief introduction, I felt so happy that she is from Vellore where I personally know a lot of people. The technique A is friend to B ; B - C ; And finally A-C worked out so well ; Eddyson uncle family are close to both our families and that brought us very close. Initially we never spoke so much but as day went on, there weren't any things which we did not share. Right from the silly talks in our different classrooms, silly fights, the cries, friends fights, the crushes, the hangovers, lecturers, relationships, forward messages and till family issues, We had no secrets. we love each other so much. Never in a day we have fought! But I love irritating her to the core. It's a wonderful feeling. Calling out her name unnecessarily a million times a day , yelling at her and finally hugging her made Us so close. Portia ( bold, rough tone ), mokke portia neenge, moonje paaru moonje, Ericha paduthaathinge.....All these are my favorite dialogues to her. I wont express my love to her but I know she does that everyday to me. She is so loving who trust everyone easily and end up crying most of the nights. The smell of oil, The face bleach cream and other adding colors cream is on her face everyday. She took care of me so well and even now before I started to write this post, I irritated her by not reading her lessons to teach her :) :) Ha ha .and tomorrow is her Exam. Portia, Love you! I will never forget you and you really mean so much to me! Wherever you are, You will be a blessed kid and I will uphold you in my prayers! Do come for my wedlock just to check out with whom I'm finally joining hands after all the confusions :) will be expecting your presence. and Happie Birthday my dear girl!

Swathi the fresher, just like me! She came in after a week and she never opened her mouth to speak. Just one word answers all the time. It really took a month's time to get along with her. The freshers party, the meetings, the work allotted for the freshers, decorations made us close. We never fought, we never quarreled. We always exchange that smile and yea she knows all the names of the person in my life. She encourages me to study, she welcomes me with a warm smile, She will make sure that I'm not skipping food, She will prepare coffee for me if I'm not well, She reduses the volume if am sleeping early and patiently she will listen to my stories. Swathi, you are wonderful. Thank you for being a part of my life. and please be in touch. There is an other year for both of us to go. So for now I don't miss you! But next year by this time, you will be so much missed in my life! 

Just 48 hours more to go in this room! I will so much miss each moments spent here. The love, the care, the hugs, the kisses, the long lasting phone calls, the smell of lemon, the prayers, the screams, the songs, the movies, the food, the noodles, the ice tea, the thrilling moments with Pavitra on the night of April 18, the kicks while sleeping, the pillows, the smelly bed spreads and everything else which is a part of my own room '11 c' will be missed in my life. 

God thank you so much for all the blessings and for the people in my room. Can't believe that one year has gone by just like that !

Special Mentions : Ancily, Dona, Srija, Neginah, Pavitra & the eggies ; You kept our room live most of the time! Thank you so much.