....and the heaven is at the farthest end of the cet campus, where the
boundary of the college ends, the way to men's hostel begins.
there is no compound wall around the men's hostel.
and yes, the compound wall of the college near the gateway opening to mh is seen partially demolished always, yelling nobody-can-ever-stop-us on the face of the vicious authorities of time-to-time.
four blocks of the hostel stand like a massive castle upon a hill,
amidst the thinning forest around. The maze-like structure of the hostel is such that an outsider trapped inside can almost never come out unless helped by an inmate.
the two bridges connecting all the four blocks (a-c bridge and b-d bridge) are silent spectators of many an unforgettable episode, where all the hostel ceremonies ended with the traditional
"therippaattu", camp-fires and the junglee dances above this bridges. anybody would have envied such a life..
also known as LH-baiters, the MH-ites set their own standards in all
the day-to-day endeavors on the campus. may it be the late-entry in the classes or the ever so frequent unforeseen water-strikes, may it be the college day celebrations, may it be the nautankies and dappaan-koothu orchestras or may it be the night-time infiltration to the LH (it is rumored that the route-map of the LH is better known to some of the kidoos of MH than the LH-ites)..
in their inimitable style, they would take their deepavali celebrations into the LH campus, even if it would mean a nights stay at the local police station.
MH always was a little india in itself with a mixture of people from
all over the country from kashmir to andamans, rajasthan to nagaland. (though the side-effect has been that all the MH-ites get well-versed in the abuses in all languages !)
politics has always found a home in the MH. all the diverse ideologies (from the extreme left to the extreme right) find their takers in the MH, which usually formed the ground force for many a student leaders victories.
in spite of so many cultural and ideological differences, MH-ites have managed to keep their well-knit act together. generations of cet-ians
have taken their inspiration for unity from the MH and this can be heard in the war-cries (or was that a strike call?) still echoed in the walls of the great cet .....
idinaadam muzhangatte....digandangal nadungatte....
kadalezhum irambatte....LH aake viraykkatte....
unity..unity...MH unity...zindaabaad!