Seniors are always pain in the butt in hostels. We used to have this forbidden game called "capture" where the entire class would compete with each other. If you were captured, you'd be put in literal jail in the isolated territory of the school. breakfast – the first meal of the day was the best of all. Best according to military standards - few half boiled eggs which had their shell adhered to the white like Romeo embraced Juliet were to be eaten unpeeled sometimes. Few slices of stale bread and a little cup of overly diluted milk were always there for the company as if the trio would make justice to our famished stomach. you'd be shocked to hear that we only got boiled eggs and bread twice a week. There'd be a mad rush on tuesdays and saturdays for those. Rest of the days..god chapati...chappati and more chappati. anyways, great going john galt. brought many memories of my school days in the hostel, though running was not my forte, but we played soccer till eternity on holidays.