THE HUNGRY HOSTELITE

HUNGER comes in many forms-theres that crying unbearable hunger that comes from your tummy where just anything edible would suffice and then theres the hunger of the tongue or a craving to be more specific where your tongue longs for the correct proportion of sugar and spice,theres the midnight hunger,the ever so popular chocolate hunger, the mom made food hunger,not to forget the junk food hunger, ‘the hunger without a reason’ hunger and many more.

IRRESPECTIVE OF THE TYPES A HOSTELITE IS PERPETUALLY HUNGRY.

Chapter no 107. Of the book ‘u have to live with the fact’ says that hostel food will never taste nice, and even if it ever does  a majority of us would never agree to this. Even though we fight to stand in the queue to get our favourite chicken piece, become friends with the cooks just to get hot chapathis straight from the pan and maybe even sacrifice going early to class just to fill our stomachs till our hearts content.
 Like every other human being even we ‘live to eat’. Only that we crave a little more than the rest of you. For us unfortunately there is no variety to spice up our lives and our taste buds are treated  with a monthly timetable instead.

Man invented wheeled vehicles,he invented rockets but the greatest invention and blessing for a hopeless and lazy hostelite would be without doubt a packet of 2 minute instant noodles or any other form of instant  food for that matter and nothing kills the craving better than eating that bowl of noodles  along with your friends at midnight (sometimes though when it comes to food ‘sharing is fighting’ in a hostel). 

Never call us hostelite's greedy because to crave and kill that craving is a challenge for us every time and there are no limits for that. It is very unlikely of us to crave for caviar or a master chef approved fancy plate and doing that is no crime, but it would just lead to a bigger hole in our wallet. However there are no prices for guessing the most wanted and most talked about food amongst us and you wouldn’t be surprised to hear all of us say in unison that - ‘no one cooks better than my mom’.

The aroma of spices that fills your house when your mom opens the lid of the cooked biriyani, fish marinated in a spicy masala being fried in the after noon accompanied with rice, that noise you hear when u pour the batter of dosa on the pan and the tanginess of the chutney combined with the crispiness, chocolate icing dripping over a double layered chocolate cake, cheese peeping out of a huge burger or sub with your favourite toppings, the haste to reach till the crust of the saucy pizza, the sizzle of a colourful and delicious sizzler, the missing hole of a sugar glazed doughnut, the intriguing Chinese flavours, the orange carrot halwa the white rasagulla, the vanilla ice cream that falls into a cone topped with hot chocolate sauce....is this heaven?? NO these are just frequently occurring dreams of a hungry hostelite.