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A
Vineeth Sukumarapillai
Dinosaur’s
Story
s I turn 40 and think where I belong
to, I remember the college days
where the friends, the campus
and the carefree life brings in
Ahappy thoughts of the bygone days.
Among these beautiful days, the life at the
hostel is something that fills the mind with
fondness and a great sense of belongingness.
In the initial days, the element of excitement
of joining the new college was crushed by the
anxiety of being ragged. The safety advice
from the warden’s office was to walk in groups
and not to take up silly fights with any senior.
The light-hearted ,as we hostelers called the
day scholars, happily lodged themselves in
2K1 MBBS, Trivandrum Medical College
some private accommodation and somehow
managed to fly before crossing the bike stand.
The first few days of anxiety of being ragged
vanished and I found that most of the seniors
were well meaning and good souls. The need
for members at card games, carroms, cricket
and volleyball made sure that each day was a
busy day. The card games especially the ‘28’
went in rounds and rounds till the last man
standing, always Vishnu, was satisfied that it
was the last round.
As the first year comes to an end, there is a
new allocation for the hostel, which happened
in some strange encrypted fashion. This
along with the flow of newcomers who perch
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