They say ghosts don’t exist. But they’ve never lived in a girls hostel…With a loud Rector Ma’am and illegal Maggi under the bed. 😭
No footsteps. No knocking. Just one second you’re chilling,
and next second – 📢 “WHO’S MAKING NOISE?!”
Heart: skipped 3 beats....
Maggi: tossed in cupboard...
You: suddenly studying after 2 years....
This is not just a blog.....It’s a survival story....
In our hostel, Rector Ma’am wasn’t just a person. She was an emotion.
A loud one. A very, very loud one.....
No heels. No warning.......
Just her flat chappal ki awaaz + thundering voice = hostel ka tsunami. 🌪
Her Walk = Kettle Panic Attack...
The second we heard her walking on the floor… BP went up......
Girls ran faster than Wi-Fi......😂
“Hide the kettle!”
“Maggi wrapper kidhar gaya?!”
“Light off, book khol, pretend to study!”
Her entry near our room was scarier than internal viva......
7 PM Hostel Jail Time, 8 PM Mess Disaster.....
Every evening by 7 PM – lockdown.
Outsiders? Strictly no.....
Friends from other rooms after 10 PM? Suspicious.....
Maggi after 11 PM? Criminal activity.....
And then came 8 PM mess food.
Dal? Liquid.....
Chapati? uncooked...
Sabzi? Guessing game....
So Maggi = Jaan.... But Maggi = Illegal.......
Which meant secret cooking + Maggi crime scene cover-up......
Late Night = Full Masti + Hide & Seek
Once Rector Ma’am went back to her room…
Hostel came alive......
Whispers. Laughs. Secret dance.....
But sometimes, she’d randomly patrol at 1 AM.....
And boom – corridor mein voice ghoomti:
📢 “Kon hai ..ye time hai abi ?!”
And we vanish into walls like ninjas..... 🥷
Hostel Meetings = Her Solo Rock Concert
Once a week, all girls sit in a circle.....
Rector Ma’am arrives, volume pe full speed.
Even if the topic was small, the voice was BIG.....
"NO MORE KETTLES!
NO GIGGLING AFTER LIGHTS OFF!
THIS IS NOT A HOME!!"
Meanwhile:
One girl secretly records audio....
Another clicks her pic mid-speech....
Her Background Music?
If her life had a theme song:
🎵 “Main hoon Don…” .... because she ruled the hostel like a mafia boss....
🎵 “Zinda hai yeh hostel, abhi inspection baaki hai…” ...Unexpected rounds. Full suspense.
Even when happy, she shouted...........
"GOOD EVENING, GIRLS!!".........
(Why are you screaming ma’am? We’re 3 feet away…)
The Great Firecracker Revenge (Girls are brave...)
Revenge was necessary.......
Someone planed around 2:10 AM.... Firecrackers outside her room.(Time bomb)
Pop. Pop. Pop....💥💥💥
She opened the door like a Bollywood villain.....
Girls vanished like smoke.
someone shooting this scene from hiding behind the pillers....(for meme)
No one was caught.
But the next day her face said everything: “I WILL FIND WHO DID THIS!”
But she never did...... 😎
Her walk = Panic attack....
Her voice = National alert...
Her meetings = Season 6 of ‘Horror movie’....
Her vibe = Half villain, half viral meme....
Our revenge = Firecrackers outside her room at 2 AM. (Still proud.)....
We didn’t have Alexa, we had Rector Ma’am....
Ask one thing, she’ll shout ten....
Now we’ve all grown up.
Kettles are legal, Maggi is unlimited,
and no one yells at us for walking in the corridor…
But sometimes, late at night,
when someone shouts loudly,
we flinch and whisper to ourselves:
“Oh no... Rector Ma’am’s back.”
And honestly?
We kinda miss her.
Because hostel wasn’t hostel without her....
Her voice as morning alarm....
Her surprise raids as thriller episodes...
And her rage as our running motivation...
Strict? Yes.
Loud? Definitely.
Unforgettable? 100%.
Rector Ma’am wasn’t just a part of hostel life...She WAS hostel life.
We feared her…
We joked about her…
But today, when we remember those days,
her loud voice is the clearest memory of all....
📢 “NO OUTSIDERS!!”
Yes ma’am… only lifelong memories inside.....
