This is a brief (yes!! The experiences I went through with this procedure is far more than what this short and crude writing can reveal) account of what I went through fighting the bureaucracy of the IIT system, for hostel allotment; the allotment I fundamentally deserved being a legitimate student of IIT Bombay.
Let me begin right from the top. Right in between second semester, a list was put up in Hostel 3 (unofficially off course, as I had discovered later). It was a list quite keenly anticipated by all freshmen at campus. A random senior being so starved of fun in his life, decided to randomly put up the hostel allotment list WITHOUT the signature or permission of the HCU (Hostel Coordinating Unit). But then, everyone knew that the signature was mere formality and the list wasn’t something a fairy had just decided to juxtapose names randomly with hostels and put it up on a notice board. It was a weekend morning, and I was just getting off my fond reverie and switched on the computer like a reflex action. You see, I wasn’t blessed with a comp in my room at the hostel, so the weekends were usually the time I would catch up with my required dosage of internet, chatting and music. And the weekends were so miserably short that I’d take any and every opportunity I had to sit on it (with some blessings from Dad off course, who is working in Bahrain and which leaves me with access to the dream machine all day long!). My sister and mother were easy to ward off the computer on weekends, so the comp stood to be all mine for the taking.
Anyway, back to the story. I went online and saw this guy with his hostel allotment as his Google Talk status message – H8, here I come. For starters, that’s the lamest status message one would ever consider; but then I had other ideas running through my nerves at that time. Simply put, where in God’s name am I going? An answer that I would not have been able to establish sitting at home at that moment and having breakfast looking at my mom’s exasperated face. It seems she found it a criminal waste of time that I had just woken up, and it was already past noon. I made a call to a friend at campus. Well, two of them actually. Also, I asked few people online to find out allotment for Rajat Chakravarty – 06D01009. Basically, I was busy engaging an army to attack the notice board and fetch me my details as hostage. Cutting the chase, I discovered I was in H13. I was somewhat thrilled. H13 was the newest hostel. (I mean, 8 years old; but the others were close to 50!) The facilities were plush. The mess was good (not overtly! That strictly cannot happen at IIT anywhere!). To top it all, it was a privilege only sophomores at H13 would enjoy - a single room! Well, the idea of hostel allotment was not really to convey who is going where; but also to organize a workforce for PAF (that’s Performing Arts Festival, for the uninitiated). The PAF is a yearly event for an hour in which hostels showcase their talent (or the lack of it!) in areas of dance, dramatics, singing, production, stealing, screaming, wisecracking to name a few for about 45 minutes.
At that time, a few random people, including Kartik my room-mate told me that my name was missing from the H13 list that the General Secretary of H13 had for PAF work allocation. Considering that to be a gross mistake on their part, I reiterated that there are so many people headed for H13 this year (like thrice the number entering other hostels), they must have surely overlooked my name in haste. A possibility that even they didn’t deny, but even then, it was something that they were more confident of than not. For that matter, Kartik even told me that I had been allotted H6 and not H13. Another leeway I could not say ‘no’ for sure. But then, hostel allotments always happened in pairs of roomies. If Kartik was going, I had to go too. Hence at that time, I at that time didn’t really care as much.
So I worked for the H13 PAF, along with 130 odd others who were allotted H13. A memorable experience, especially when we discovered H13 won the PAF! The days that followed, right till the end of the semester; we always would compare our hostels. H13 being structured more like a hotel than a hostel; it was always criticized to be a place of limited, if not non-existent interaction. A fact, I wasn’t really bothered about anyway as the lure of H13 in other aspects was too overwhelming to say the least.
I had got my room retained for the summer vacations in H2, as Coordinator for Entrepreneurship Cell at IIT Bombay. I would go there very often to do work for E-Cell, Mood Indigo 2007 as well as take friends for a ride (pun intended!) around the campus as a tour guide in and around the beautiful green environs. It was austerely stipulated that I MUST vacate my room on June 30th. After that, my room will be forced open, and my stuff inside would be deemed as public property. Paying heed to the warnings, I began packing my stuff and prepared to transfer my stuff temporarily to another room in H2 till I finally shift to my new room in H13. Room allotment wasn’t happening till 10 days into July; and I hoping for the best decided to keep my stuff in my room till then. Shit didn’t happen for days into July, so I wasn’t really bother about it beyond a point. The hall manager courteously would inform me to fuck off from my room with my stuff instead of barging in without consent.
July 10th had arrived, and excited as I was with the prospect of shifting into my newly allotted hostel as soon as possible had infatuated my senses like a strong dosage of ecstasy. I paid my fees and mess advance on the same day and collected a Due Clearance certificate from the H2 hall manager. I also went down to Room 6 in H2, for final memories and nostalgia of that ‘not so great’ room. In short, I had all the documentation I had needed to legally shift in to H13. At first, the H13 hall manager was quite oblivious to give me the keys to my room in H13. He stated that I must wait for a few days till the nomads from other colleges who come to IIT for a summer project clear out for good. The outstation students had been given an ultimatum already and it was just a matter of time before they’d vacate rooms in the H13 hostel. Anxious as I was at that point in time, I didn’t buy any of it and my degrees of coercion grew. Finally, the man submitted to my demand and decided to make me happy. He slowly opened his table drawer to his right and withdrew the room allotment file. The HCU had already allotted the rooms to all the students. Just that the H13 hall manager didn’t decide to make it public on the notice board. Again for the same reason, a flimsy signature; this time, from the pen of the H13 warden. Anyway, he removed the list from the file and asked me to carefully scrutinize it till I find my name and my matching room number. I checked over and over again. Agitated in a second, I found plenty of Rajat’s. But then Rajat Chakravarty and/or my roll number was nowhere to be found on that list. It was clear. I had NOT been allotted H13.
It seemed the rush of blood in my veins had just stopped! My heart just skipped a few beats. The adrenaline flow right through my system just froze! The feeling just wasn’t sinking in that I am NOT in the H13 list. Maybe my anatomy was too shaken by my discovery to register any more input. Kartik and xyz was right. I was going to H6. Oh damn! H6 rooms were so small. The thought of sleeping ON my roomie, because the rest of the room space (oh wait! What room space?). The hall manager at H13 was saying something I frankly didn’t pay attention to or didn’t care to. It took a few minutes to achieve stability and gather the gravity of the situation. Conscience and rationale finally struck. That list the H13 hall manager has is wrong! There must be a mistake. I was then told to head to the HCU in the main building to see where I was actually going.
The miserable walk from H13 to the Main building began. It’s about a kilometer at least, so a good 20 minutes of thought and self-digestion was on the cards. On the way came H6 and I couldn’t afford to miss out on the tainted prospect of me actually being listed there. The list in H6 was also not out officially, and the hall manager was absconding for hours, if the security guard at H6 was to be believed. All the while, I was wondering, what in the world has gone wrong? Did Ashwath misread my allotment? Did the HCU misread it? Did the HCU even read my name, let alone misread it? There were several unanswered questions, and the database was increasing manifold with every footstep that was making its livid approach to the HCU office.
The HCU office had finally arrived. It arrived a lot quicker than it would have normally, courtesy of my haste in getting there to get things sorted out. I expressed my problems, with an air of frustration and an aura giving the vibe to the person there to feel miserable on his incompetence. Government officers in general give two hoots about people’s problems at first glance; which he seemingly gave the impression of at first. Realizing this quite early into this debacle, I enforced my rights and made it very tacitly clear that I am not going to be easily taken for a ride. This again, doesn’t go down well with the enforcers. The ball was still in his court and I had meaning with getting my job done in the way I wanted to. He showed me the hostel allotment list of all hostels and asked me to hunt for my name. I checked H13 first, and my name was still absent. In order, I checked all other hostel allotments, and my name wasn’t there too. Well, I was a little relieved and thankful then that I wasn’t going to H6 at least. Conveniently, the HCU told me to go check up with the GSHA (General Secretary Hostel Affairs) and find out where I was exactly allotted. Now, the GSHA is a fourth year student, Prashant Khandelwal. I now discovered that it’s the GSHA who allots the student hostels in pairs. I spoke to him on the phone, as he was out with his summer internship work. The guy didn’t seem very visibly helpful and just passed the buck on to me telling me to get in touch with the General Secretary of H13 - Robin and sort it out. It was going to be a long day that day. I set up a meeting with Robin at 10 that night! I had to stay back overnight at the institute. After running around all day, from one person to the next, I was exhausted. I needed a good night’s sleep at H2 for sure. Returning disappointed and visibly pooped all over, I made way for my room in H2. As I opened my room door, lightning struck. My room was completely ransacked and my stuff was nowhere in sight!
I rushed to the H2 hall manager while there was still time. It was 6 in the evening then, and his duty hours were also over. He would seek every opportunity at that time to get rid of me and make his way home. I, on the other hand, extremely worried wanted to know what the fuck is going on. The H2 hall manager politely told me that he just opened my room and confiscated my stuff. Something he said with such an air of easiness, that you’d wonder he’s blessed me or purged me off all my sins as if he was a priest! Being very perceptibly concerned about my stuff, I expressed my apprehensions to him. To my surprise, very priestly, he appreciated my distress and told me that my stuff was safe, in the storage rooms. I needed my stuff that night. I had to sleep somewhere, and on something. I had organized my room so meticulously (something that I never do! Or for that matter IITians never do!) in piles and packets to leave my room. The hall manager opened the store room, and my stuff was not to be found even there. I was flabbergasted. My stuff was, indeed, public property now. I was now, entirely dependent on the honesty and benevolence of the housekeepers and sweepers of H2. They were long gone, and I had to only wait till next morning in fond anticipation of getting all (if not, some) of my stuff back. I had a lot to lose. My squash racket, tennis racket, mattresses, books etc. Basically, this day turned from bad to worse. I lost everything I had - my hostel allotment first, my dignity with the HCU and now my objects of existence in H2. I didn’t even have a towel to wipe myself in the toilet for heaven’s sake! It was setting up to be a night of pure misery!
That night, at 10, I made my way for H13. H13, mind you is quite a secluded location for a hostel. It’s the furthest from the main gate, main building, academic area, H2... everything really. A walk to H13 is a projected trek in itself. Let alone the return journeys. I met Robin in his room. The guy gave me the first glimmer of happiness in a quagmire of appalling events that day after a long time. Robin was completely understanding about my problems and gave it a good and justified hear. He reinstated my confidence in H13, and told me that I will be allotted H13 no matter what and that he will speak to the GSHA and finalize my allotment. I was a tad thrilled, but not conclusively. The HCU entirely handled the allotment this year, and that’s not a system that can be easily influenced. But Robin with the GSHA had good reach, and I was banking on that really. Robin told me to meet the maintenance coordinator of H13 the next morning as he’ll have the list of available rooms in the hostel. Then followed the long night of walking back to H2, make-shift Maggi noodles dinner and some sleep amidst mosquitoes. To tell you how I spent the night will be a different story in itself, so I’ll let that bit be.
Next morning saw me in a whole new frame of mind. I knew a lot of things were to happen today. And it must. First, I met the housekeepers. It was about 8.30 in the morning. Yes, that’s way too early for my standards. But a desperate time need desperate measures, and today was no different. July 11th was a mission to be accomplished. The sweepers hadn’t arrived till then. So I needed to do something or the other in some front. First, I again made the tiring walk to H13 to meet the maintenance coordinator, a third year mechanical engineering student at H13. Somani as he was called, I told him my entire problem, including those that came to pass the earlier day in H2. He took me to the hall manager, who was now pretty accustomed to my disheveled face and my problem. Helpless as he was, he told me that until I don’t get written acknowledgement from the HCU, I will NOT be allotted a room in H13 in any circumstance. Again, the long droning walk to the HCU began. As I reached the HCU, I told him - here’s the deal! I want my room and I want it NOW! Quite rattled with my demeanor, he finally began doing something he should have 24 hours ago! He checked the original allotment list for who has been allotted which hostel from which individual hostel lists were made. In that list, against my name was featured NO hostel. I had NOT been allotted a hostel AT ALL. The wretched and dismal mistake of the GSHA was blaring at the top of its voice for everyone to hear. Well, now it was decision time. And a quick rapid fire quiz started with the HCU. I off course still carried away with my destination responded, all astray in a glee of excitement.
Which hostel do you want?
H13
Which hostel are your department students going to?
H13
Which hostel are your friends and wing mates going to?
H13
What’s your name, again?
H13
I beg your pardon?
H13
A series of frivolous answers that followed was enough to convince the HCU that H13 is where I could, should, would and must go. So a letter stating my allotment to H13 was written and finalized. All I needed to do now, was go to H13, shove this letter down the hall managers throat till he submits by giving me a key to a room in that hostel. But wait! The letter still had one thing left. It was one thing that would seal the H13 hall manager’s fate and my glory in H13. Yes, I’m sure you’ve guessed by now. A stupid, crummy signature!! Since this matter was hi-fi and needed serious authentication, this signature would have to come by none other than the Chairman himself! The HCU now were mere lesser mortals with authentication, and now it’s the turn of IITB’s Chuck Norris himself to do the honours. As providence would have it, I would have to wait for YET another day till the signature arrives.
So, I still don’t have my hostel allotment finalized and I’m making my way back to H2 to meet the sweepers. The sweepers who have complete custody of my stuff. I stormed into the hall manager’s office and the meet escalated into a verbal tussle. The hall manager was screaming in the top of his voice, explaining his complete lack of options other than forced entry into my room. He also told me about the nuances of how he scoured the whole hostel for hours that morning uniting my stuff and keeping it in one place. He led me to that place eventually, and I gasped in what was the most relieving experience I have had in a long time. The prospect of the sweepers making good with my stuff was really something worth considering, my stuff was all there, and that too packed in packets neatly. The sweepers in a rush, actually managed to do the dreary needful that I’d have taken months to do with all my lack of enthusiasm. The previous two days had completely drained all my energy, and the only likelihood I was bearing in mind now was to go home and rest. I now began giving a rat’s ass to hostel allotment and all that it had brought along with it. My stuff was secure now. And I, urgently needed some respite for my tired feet, a bath, a dental cleanup and some new clothes to relieve me off the smelly disaster that I had grown to be the past few days.
Two days later, I again returned to IIT. The letter signed by the Chairman had already made its way to the H13 hall manager. I went again to H13 in the hall manager’s office and showed him the requisite documents, photographs and receipts. After much deliberation and verification, he finally offered me options for which room I wanted. I chose B614. That’s B wing – 6th floor and the 14th room. The room was in one word – brilliant. It was right next to the balcony. The height coupled with the splendid view from the balcony overlooking the lake made for memorable moments to come in the future. The horizon was wide. The whole of Powai Lake seemed under me waiting for my orders as Emperor of the aquatic empire standing on his steeple. The whole skyline of Hiranandani on my left with monstrously tall edifices tearing through the skies and the Renaissance hotel kissing the fences of H13 on the right, the view is spectacularly majestic that can only be seen to be believed. The room was huge for a single room - a nice big cupboard that can fit 2 people inside quite comfortably; a huge table on which I could actually consider an overnight siesta; a nice relaxed chair and a breathtaking view from my window. All in all, I felt this to be a well-deserved complementary gift from someone who has noticed my tireless running around and felt I needed some reward.
Conclusions: -
Let me begin right from the top. Right in between second semester, a list was put up in Hostel 3 (unofficially off course, as I had discovered later). It was a list quite keenly anticipated by all freshmen at campus. A random senior being so starved of fun in his life, decided to randomly put up the hostel allotment list WITHOUT the signature or permission of the HCU (Hostel Coordinating Unit). But then, everyone knew that the signature was mere formality and the list wasn’t something a fairy had just decided to juxtapose names randomly with hostels and put it up on a notice board. It was a weekend morning, and I was just getting off my fond reverie and switched on the computer like a reflex action. You see, I wasn’t blessed with a comp in my room at the hostel, so the weekends were usually the time I would catch up with my required dosage of internet, chatting and music. And the weekends were so miserably short that I’d take any and every opportunity I had to sit on it (with some blessings from Dad off course, who is working in Bahrain and which leaves me with access to the dream machine all day long!). My sister and mother were easy to ward off the computer on weekends, so the comp stood to be all mine for the taking.
Anyway, back to the story. I went online and saw this guy with his hostel allotment as his Google Talk status message – H8, here I come. For starters, that’s the lamest status message one would ever consider; but then I had other ideas running through my nerves at that time. Simply put, where in God’s name am I going? An answer that I would not have been able to establish sitting at home at that moment and having breakfast looking at my mom’s exasperated face. It seems she found it a criminal waste of time that I had just woken up, and it was already past noon. I made a call to a friend at campus. Well, two of them actually. Also, I asked few people online to find out allotment for Rajat Chakravarty – 06D01009. Basically, I was busy engaging an army to attack the notice board and fetch me my details as hostage. Cutting the chase, I discovered I was in H13. I was somewhat thrilled. H13 was the newest hostel. (I mean, 8 years old; but the others were close to 50!) The facilities were plush. The mess was good (not overtly! That strictly cannot happen at IIT anywhere!). To top it all, it was a privilege only sophomores at H13 would enjoy - a single room! Well, the idea of hostel allotment was not really to convey who is going where; but also to organize a workforce for PAF (that’s Performing Arts Festival, for the uninitiated). The PAF is a yearly event for an hour in which hostels showcase their talent (or the lack of it!) in areas of dance, dramatics, singing, production, stealing, screaming, wisecracking to name a few for about 45 minutes.
At that time, a few random people, including Kartik my room-mate told me that my name was missing from the H13 list that the General Secretary of H13 had for PAF work allocation. Considering that to be a gross mistake on their part, I reiterated that there are so many people headed for H13 this year (like thrice the number entering other hostels), they must have surely overlooked my name in haste. A possibility that even they didn’t deny, but even then, it was something that they were more confident of than not. For that matter, Kartik even told me that I had been allotted H6 and not H13. Another leeway I could not say ‘no’ for sure. But then, hostel allotments always happened in pairs of roomies. If Kartik was going, I had to go too. Hence at that time, I at that time didn’t really care as much.
So I worked for the H13 PAF, along with 130 odd others who were allotted H13. A memorable experience, especially when we discovered H13 won the PAF! The days that followed, right till the end of the semester; we always would compare our hostels. H13 being structured more like a hotel than a hostel; it was always criticized to be a place of limited, if not non-existent interaction. A fact, I wasn’t really bothered about anyway as the lure of H13 in other aspects was too overwhelming to say the least.
I had got my room retained for the summer vacations in H2, as Coordinator for Entrepreneurship Cell at IIT Bombay. I would go there very often to do work for E-Cell, Mood Indigo 2007 as well as take friends for a ride (pun intended!) around the campus as a tour guide in and around the beautiful green environs. It was austerely stipulated that I MUST vacate my room on June 30th. After that, my room will be forced open, and my stuff inside would be deemed as public property. Paying heed to the warnings, I began packing my stuff and prepared to transfer my stuff temporarily to another room in H2 till I finally shift to my new room in H13. Room allotment wasn’t happening till 10 days into July; and I hoping for the best decided to keep my stuff in my room till then. Shit didn’t happen for days into July, so I wasn’t really bother about it beyond a point. The hall manager courteously would inform me to fuck off from my room with my stuff instead of barging in without consent.
July 10th had arrived, and excited as I was with the prospect of shifting into my newly allotted hostel as soon as possible had infatuated my senses like a strong dosage of ecstasy. I paid my fees and mess advance on the same day and collected a Due Clearance certificate from the H2 hall manager. I also went down to Room 6 in H2, for final memories and nostalgia of that ‘not so great’ room. In short, I had all the documentation I had needed to legally shift in to H13. At first, the H13 hall manager was quite oblivious to give me the keys to my room in H13. He stated that I must wait for a few days till the nomads from other colleges who come to IIT for a summer project clear out for good. The outstation students had been given an ultimatum already and it was just a matter of time before they’d vacate rooms in the H13 hostel. Anxious as I was at that point in time, I didn’t buy any of it and my degrees of coercion grew. Finally, the man submitted to my demand and decided to make me happy. He slowly opened his table drawer to his right and withdrew the room allotment file. The HCU had already allotted the rooms to all the students. Just that the H13 hall manager didn’t decide to make it public on the notice board. Again for the same reason, a flimsy signature; this time, from the pen of the H13 warden. Anyway, he removed the list from the file and asked me to carefully scrutinize it till I find my name and my matching room number. I checked over and over again. Agitated in a second, I found plenty of Rajat’s. But then Rajat Chakravarty and/or my roll number was nowhere to be found on that list. It was clear. I had NOT been allotted H13.
It seemed the rush of blood in my veins had just stopped! My heart just skipped a few beats. The adrenaline flow right through my system just froze! The feeling just wasn’t sinking in that I am NOT in the H13 list. Maybe my anatomy was too shaken by my discovery to register any more input. Kartik and xyz was right. I was going to H6. Oh damn! H6 rooms were so small. The thought of sleeping ON my roomie, because the rest of the room space (oh wait! What room space?). The hall manager at H13 was saying something I frankly didn’t pay attention to or didn’t care to. It took a few minutes to achieve stability and gather the gravity of the situation. Conscience and rationale finally struck. That list the H13 hall manager has is wrong! There must be a mistake. I was then told to head to the HCU in the main building to see where I was actually going.
The miserable walk from H13 to the Main building began. It’s about a kilometer at least, so a good 20 minutes of thought and self-digestion was on the cards. On the way came H6 and I couldn’t afford to miss out on the tainted prospect of me actually being listed there. The list in H6 was also not out officially, and the hall manager was absconding for hours, if the security guard at H6 was to be believed. All the while, I was wondering, what in the world has gone wrong? Did Ashwath misread my allotment? Did the HCU misread it? Did the HCU even read my name, let alone misread it? There were several unanswered questions, and the database was increasing manifold with every footstep that was making its livid approach to the HCU office.
The HCU office had finally arrived. It arrived a lot quicker than it would have normally, courtesy of my haste in getting there to get things sorted out. I expressed my problems, with an air of frustration and an aura giving the vibe to the person there to feel miserable on his incompetence. Government officers in general give two hoots about people’s problems at first glance; which he seemingly gave the impression of at first. Realizing this quite early into this debacle, I enforced my rights and made it very tacitly clear that I am not going to be easily taken for a ride. This again, doesn’t go down well with the enforcers. The ball was still in his court and I had meaning with getting my job done in the way I wanted to. He showed me the hostel allotment list of all hostels and asked me to hunt for my name. I checked H13 first, and my name was still absent. In order, I checked all other hostel allotments, and my name wasn’t there too. Well, I was a little relieved and thankful then that I wasn’t going to H6 at least. Conveniently, the HCU told me to go check up with the GSHA (General Secretary Hostel Affairs) and find out where I was exactly allotted. Now, the GSHA is a fourth year student, Prashant Khandelwal. I now discovered that it’s the GSHA who allots the student hostels in pairs. I spoke to him on the phone, as he was out with his summer internship work. The guy didn’t seem very visibly helpful and just passed the buck on to me telling me to get in touch with the General Secretary of H13 - Robin and sort it out. It was going to be a long day that day. I set up a meeting with Robin at 10 that night! I had to stay back overnight at the institute. After running around all day, from one person to the next, I was exhausted. I needed a good night’s sleep at H2 for sure. Returning disappointed and visibly pooped all over, I made way for my room in H2. As I opened my room door, lightning struck. My room was completely ransacked and my stuff was nowhere in sight!
I rushed to the H2 hall manager while there was still time. It was 6 in the evening then, and his duty hours were also over. He would seek every opportunity at that time to get rid of me and make his way home. I, on the other hand, extremely worried wanted to know what the fuck is going on. The H2 hall manager politely told me that he just opened my room and confiscated my stuff. Something he said with such an air of easiness, that you’d wonder he’s blessed me or purged me off all my sins as if he was a priest! Being very perceptibly concerned about my stuff, I expressed my apprehensions to him. To my surprise, very priestly, he appreciated my distress and told me that my stuff was safe, in the storage rooms. I needed my stuff that night. I had to sleep somewhere, and on something. I had organized my room so meticulously (something that I never do! Or for that matter IITians never do!) in piles and packets to leave my room. The hall manager opened the store room, and my stuff was not to be found even there. I was flabbergasted. My stuff was, indeed, public property now. I was now, entirely dependent on the honesty and benevolence of the housekeepers and sweepers of H2. They were long gone, and I had to only wait till next morning in fond anticipation of getting all (if not, some) of my stuff back. I had a lot to lose. My squash racket, tennis racket, mattresses, books etc. Basically, this day turned from bad to worse. I lost everything I had - my hostel allotment first, my dignity with the HCU and now my objects of existence in H2. I didn’t even have a towel to wipe myself in the toilet for heaven’s sake! It was setting up to be a night of pure misery!
That night, at 10, I made my way for H13. H13, mind you is quite a secluded location for a hostel. It’s the furthest from the main gate, main building, academic area, H2... everything really. A walk to H13 is a projected trek in itself. Let alone the return journeys. I met Robin in his room. The guy gave me the first glimmer of happiness in a quagmire of appalling events that day after a long time. Robin was completely understanding about my problems and gave it a good and justified hear. He reinstated my confidence in H13, and told me that I will be allotted H13 no matter what and that he will speak to the GSHA and finalize my allotment. I was a tad thrilled, but not conclusively. The HCU entirely handled the allotment this year, and that’s not a system that can be easily influenced. But Robin with the GSHA had good reach, and I was banking on that really. Robin told me to meet the maintenance coordinator of H13 the next morning as he’ll have the list of available rooms in the hostel. Then followed the long night of walking back to H2, make-shift Maggi noodles dinner and some sleep amidst mosquitoes. To tell you how I spent the night will be a different story in itself, so I’ll let that bit be.
Next morning saw me in a whole new frame of mind. I knew a lot of things were to happen today. And it must. First, I met the housekeepers. It was about 8.30 in the morning. Yes, that’s way too early for my standards. But a desperate time need desperate measures, and today was no different. July 11th was a mission to be accomplished. The sweepers hadn’t arrived till then. So I needed to do something or the other in some front. First, I again made the tiring walk to H13 to meet the maintenance coordinator, a third year mechanical engineering student at H13. Somani as he was called, I told him my entire problem, including those that came to pass the earlier day in H2. He took me to the hall manager, who was now pretty accustomed to my disheveled face and my problem. Helpless as he was, he told me that until I don’t get written acknowledgement from the HCU, I will NOT be allotted a room in H13 in any circumstance. Again, the long droning walk to the HCU began. As I reached the HCU, I told him - here’s the deal! I want my room and I want it NOW! Quite rattled with my demeanor, he finally began doing something he should have 24 hours ago! He checked the original allotment list for who has been allotted which hostel from which individual hostel lists were made. In that list, against my name was featured NO hostel. I had NOT been allotted a hostel AT ALL. The wretched and dismal mistake of the GSHA was blaring at the top of its voice for everyone to hear. Well, now it was decision time. And a quick rapid fire quiz started with the HCU. I off course still carried away with my destination responded, all astray in a glee of excitement.
Which hostel do you want?
H13
Which hostel are your department students going to?
H13
Which hostel are your friends and wing mates going to?
H13
What’s your name, again?
H13
I beg your pardon?
H13
A series of frivolous answers that followed was enough to convince the HCU that H13 is where I could, should, would and must go. So a letter stating my allotment to H13 was written and finalized. All I needed to do now, was go to H13, shove this letter down the hall managers throat till he submits by giving me a key to a room in that hostel. But wait! The letter still had one thing left. It was one thing that would seal the H13 hall manager’s fate and my glory in H13. Yes, I’m sure you’ve guessed by now. A stupid, crummy signature!! Since this matter was hi-fi and needed serious authentication, this signature would have to come by none other than the Chairman himself! The HCU now were mere lesser mortals with authentication, and now it’s the turn of IITB’s Chuck Norris himself to do the honours. As providence would have it, I would have to wait for YET another day till the signature arrives.
So, I still don’t have my hostel allotment finalized and I’m making my way back to H2 to meet the sweepers. The sweepers who have complete custody of my stuff. I stormed into the hall manager’s office and the meet escalated into a verbal tussle. The hall manager was screaming in the top of his voice, explaining his complete lack of options other than forced entry into my room. He also told me about the nuances of how he scoured the whole hostel for hours that morning uniting my stuff and keeping it in one place. He led me to that place eventually, and I gasped in what was the most relieving experience I have had in a long time. The prospect of the sweepers making good with my stuff was really something worth considering, my stuff was all there, and that too packed in packets neatly. The sweepers in a rush, actually managed to do the dreary needful that I’d have taken months to do with all my lack of enthusiasm. The previous two days had completely drained all my energy, and the only likelihood I was bearing in mind now was to go home and rest. I now began giving a rat’s ass to hostel allotment and all that it had brought along with it. My stuff was secure now. And I, urgently needed some respite for my tired feet, a bath, a dental cleanup and some new clothes to relieve me off the smelly disaster that I had grown to be the past few days.
Two days later, I again returned to IIT. The letter signed by the Chairman had already made its way to the H13 hall manager. I went again to H13 in the hall manager’s office and showed him the requisite documents, photographs and receipts. After much deliberation and verification, he finally offered me options for which room I wanted. I chose B614. That’s B wing – 6th floor and the 14th room. The room was in one word – brilliant. It was right next to the balcony. The height coupled with the splendid view from the balcony overlooking the lake made for memorable moments to come in the future. The horizon was wide. The whole of Powai Lake seemed under me waiting for my orders as Emperor of the aquatic empire standing on his steeple. The whole skyline of Hiranandani on my left with monstrously tall edifices tearing through the skies and the Renaissance hotel kissing the fences of H13 on the right, the view is spectacularly majestic that can only be seen to be believed. The room was huge for a single room - a nice big cupboard that can fit 2 people inside quite comfortably; a huge table on which I could actually consider an overnight siesta; a nice relaxed chair and a breathtaking view from my window. All in all, I felt this to be a well-deserved complementary gift from someone who has noticed my tireless running around and felt I needed some reward.
Conclusions: -
- I was the ONLY freshie in IITB to have had the exclusive right of choosing his hostel and room!
- The system at IITB is depressingly bureaucratic and needs a lot of change.
- The GSHA is a complete incompetent bastard!
- Running around IIT campus is really good for losing weight and fat!
- I love H13.
- I must write shorter blogs in order for people to consider reading them even!
1 comment:
hi, well to begin with i happily went thru ur first blog to this page and then to this one instead of going datewise, let me clarify i was not born "ulta" and honestly with the title of it i thot let me read thru it, atleast ill undersatnd your hostel ordeal better, since everytime u called and we spoke either i had lost a track of the last happening or maybe sometimes i happily ignored what u said.:) u can presume u are quite boring at times..:) j/k we could leave that to circumstances...acha coming to the point which maybee equally annoying and it is "I appreciate and i do from the bottom of my heart, ur last point to ur conclusion to this blog!" Exception- loved the Mumbai one, it made me laugh aloud, wouldn mind if u wrote endlessly on tht and other better topics...
love,
krishna.
P.s u can take me seriously..:)
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