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20 Brabourne Hostel




The year was 1980.

It was in the second semester of my engineering course when we were allotted rooms in the Brabourne Hostel.Allotment was on merit and I barely made the list,having flunked in my 1st semester mathematics examination.

Room mates were chosen at random.I was given Room # 20 and my mate was Shivraj Ghatge - with whom I never got along while we were room mates.In fact we hardly met.I used to be sleeping when he woke up to go and attend lectures.And he used to be sleeping when I used to trot in late night or was it early morning.Our interests were different - he wanted to study and I did not want to.Every single day I found new ways of not going to college.Today, Shivraj and I are the best of friends and recall our anti polarity in the college days.

We were all thrown out of Brabourne Hostel over an eve teasing issue. It is widely believed that the perpetrator of this incident was yours truly.

I believe Brabourne Hostel is now a Ladies Hostel. Wow!! I want my room back!

This picture was taken when I visited Brabourne hostel in May 2006, earlier this year.Nothing seems changed, except it is a lot quieter from the days there was a certain occupant in Room # 20. Posted by Picasa

Comments

Manish Sethi said…
Great Picture - makes me feel like I want to be in this college too.

and yes we all flunk maths sometimes dont we..

Finally we have an eves teasor of fame and fortune in family.

BTW; I am sold on yor writing skills. Where have you been hiding for so long. spoecially your profile has been written very well. I can think of writing lessons..

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