First Year

This year I was in Hostel no 9, Room no 304. My room mates were Amit Pal, Abhishek Mukherjee, Soumen Mudi and Goutam. I can still remember my first day at hostel, my room mates mistook me for a senior, and were terrified when at night I slept in my room. For the first time I was living away from my home, and it was not frightening, though I loved to go home, I enjoyed my hostel life at H-9. Here, I got hold of a pack of friends, whom I could not ever forget. The only thing not of my liking was the distance of college from hostel, I used to get late almost every day.

Second Year

This year I was in Hostel-15, Room no 404. Naga and Abhishek were my room mates. Together we weighed more than 250 kgs, the boys just below our room were always terrified. Here we enjoyed another year of perpetual fun and laughter. Classes were regular, only solace was that the hostel was now closer to the college, but even then I almost every day used to be late for classes. The frequency of my going home decreased to a unbelievable level, twice a month I went to home. Hostel life was never beautiful as now.

Third Year & Fourth Year

For the last two years of my stay at BEC, I was a boarder of Richardson Hall, and was proud to be called a Richter. The fabuolous menu each day surprised me, and I was almost devastated when I had to foot a deficit of Rs. 8000/- . It meant a messdue of almost Rs 1800/- per month and it was unbelievable. Apart from this, the two year passed like a breeze. Nowadays I went to home once every month, the life here was so good. It was never night at hostel, it always was bursting with the shouts, laughter, and masti of the boarders.

Richardson Hall was one of its own, we had the reputation of being trouble maker, I admit it was true to some extent, and I am not ashamed of that. We, beside making trouble, also studied and played. I got hold of an old picture of Richardson Hall (courtsey: Amit (Banka)), the Richters would be glad to see them, I can feel it even now.

Cricket and Cards(29) were my favourite games. Here I missed my final year REBECA, my departmental farewell and also my Richters farewell due to my illness (jaundice, the water at here is deadly), it is the only sad event happening at Rich. Being a hostel with single seated rooms, this time I missed my room mates, but to my relief, they were close by.