Sitting in the narmad corner of OAT, alone, i m reminded of the days when this part of OAT will be filled with who-is-who in narmad. Those were the days, when people of a particular hostel would sit at an appointed place. no one crossed borders.
Today also people sit at appointed places. In gumbals of friends. They still dont cross borders, they dont reach hostel areas at all.
Sometime back, IIT decided to have a dedicated Freshie hostel and then distributed junta all over from second year. This led to loss of spirit and oneness as a hostel. People are more involved within there own groups that they dont know more than half of their hostel. They dont care for it either. Thanks to the internet connectivity, though 5 hostels away, u can still talk to people who were ur first year buddies and u dont repent not knowing your wing, for who in the wing did u ever know before, that you care to know now?
This takes a toll in the enthu of junta to participate in anything within the hostel or doing something for the hostel. Gone are the days, when there were weekly jam sessions and monthly quizzes in the hostel. Nobody knows what is a speaking event, but for veterans since very many years. Even if one let all this go, there is nobody to even sit and talk in the middle of the wing. Those cots in the wing, were people would sit and talk are all eternally empty or they just dont exist.
Be that all as it may, this wierd idea of shunting people across hostels back and forth has just made people become couch(or should i say chair, for they dont have couches in hostel rooms) potatoes confined to the 4+ walls of the hostel room. The public life is just a farce, it doesnt exist.
To add this is what the internet has done. People sit for long hours gaming, without knowing thy neighbour. To make it more miserable is this monothek of a building right next to gurunath, you dont even have a place in the hostel were u can sit and talk over a cup of coffee. You cannot sit in the hostel stage and talk for hours over a cup of coffee. Gone are the days when you could sit with a gumbal of friends and enjoy a moon-lit dinner in your hostel. you need to walk all the way to a sorry of a building into one of its halls, filled with aliens for a plate of pathetic food which costs more than all previous records.
Most of this prolly has happened without anybody knowing. if somebody knew, as well, would they care for such things. Well, the last word, The hostel is becoming a boring and unhabitable place with every passing day...