Home away from Home @ F-327

I didn’t see it coming. A trip down memory lane and that bittersweet pill called nostalgia. So here I was arguing with Mom over the “Volkswagen Beetle”Yellow curtains and her complete lack of respect for space, form and function from an aesthetic perspective when she dropped the bomb.
“What makes you such an expert?” she retorted
“Your squalid room doesn’t exactly scream artsy, clean or even hallelujah!!”
Silence. Though bubbles form, followed by flashback spirals and as the mist clears I see the entrance to a room.
Room no 327 at F-hostel , NIT Calicut my home away from home.

The restaurant at the end of the universe!

F-327 could have been easily mistaken for the restaurant at the end of the universe. Those of you who have enjoyed numerous Shawarmas , ChicKing and Broast meals in its lounge like ambience would agree.
It could have been another attic at a Hard Rack Café.
F-327 has framed records of Bob Dylan, Beatles and Pink Floyd’s Dark side of the moon that adorned its walls.
Then there were posters of cult classics such as Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs. Hell if Tarantino were to see my room, He would cast me as an expletive spewing waiter or a barman in his next movie and the use the room in one of his numerous “oh I didn’t notice that” frames. But then again it as just a room.

The attic at Hard rock!!

The room can aptly be christened the “ffacebook-orkut-gtalk profile pic” studio.One look at the my Gtalk list and the number of profile pics with my room as the background is overwhelming.It kinda makes 327 like Andy Warhol’s Yellow Banana album cover for Velvet Underground ,a localized pop culture reference.

pop culture references!!

Nothing can beat the experience of sitting in my room bathed in yellow light listening to Coldplay’s “Amsterdam” at 4am in the morning while the rest of my buddies are fast asleep behind locked doors. But the bliss is short-lived as Razeem Kaka (a former Ceralac-baby model) steps out clad in nothing but a lavender towel, armed with a bucked and a mug, exercising his vocal chords to Madhuri Dixit’s “Dhak Dhak karne laga” in a voice that sounds more like a cross between Mayawati and L.K Advani.

I guess that are some spaces that are always a part of you no matter where you go.You always belong there. F-327 has found new occupants over the past two years but I still haven’t found another room that I can call my own.

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