Even though I consider most of my boarding experiences a set of negative foundations in shaping me, I too now and then think about some of them and try to cherish while I still remember. John, what breakfast was to you, four to five little pieces of chicken was to us. We were served chicken curry every Saturday night, and would bet it on almost anything. But when I think about my childhood in a guys hostel, I remember that there always would be someone, a bit canny or a bit smart who would always try to rob or outdo others. I cannot believe how someone could sell others an individual drop of Wai_Wai's seasoning mixed with water, claiming it to contain some unknown, sophisticated flavor for one rupees; or a son of a "titaura" seller who used to be barely 10 yrs old could conduct his parents' business in hostel.