To begin with, we are allotted a cubicle to share with another of our hapless batchmates. In time, if we are good little boys and do as we are told, we are given a cubicle of our own.
In time, we discover the pleasures of living life in the midst of nature in our "room". When we say "room" we of course refer to those dark and damp, dingy little holes which may or may not have mold and fungus on the walls, and which shall have (more often than not) dysfunctional fans. If you are lucky, there might be a bed, too. And if you are really lucky, you'll find it straight enough to sleep on.
We live in wings. There is a common toilet. Here one may view flushes which don't work, geysers which don't geyse. Occasionally, depending on whether - or - not it is a full moon night, one may even spot an IITian going for his bath.
Moving on, we come to the lounge, where you can just relax and take your pick of the several newspapers and magazines, watch television (satellite or terrestrial), listen to music, or just drool at the wall decorations. This is also the venue of hard fought battles over the channel to be watched, election soapboxes, and General Body meetings.
The hostel also has a dark room, which has remained unopened for the last few years. Legend has it that the last time someone thought of opening it, he was boycotted for going against hostel tradition. There are volleyball courts, a table-tennis table, a football ground, and a bicycle shed. There also exists a small but functional gymnasium with weights and dumb belles (sigh!).