Parle bisucits and the Legend of Rahul Singh:

It's early morning and I'm hunger struck.I've tried a mouthful of dry cornfalkes, handful of sugar, bournvita and verociously searched for some food article in the room, but all I could get is despair.Hunger is more than a torturous curse.I'd realised this during my hostel days.Seeing a packet of Parle-G in a forgotten corner had risen the spirits of the gods within( no it's not exaggeratiion).
I re-fule my water bottel, unplug the wires connected to my laptop, the blogger within has awakened and some thing is about to flood out, and within the
comforts of my blanket I narrate the incident of Parle biscuit and the Legend of Rahul Singh:

Odd semesters are held during the winters, which are bitterly cold in Northern India. It was one such winter night.
The lands of greater noida wore a blanket of mist and fog and tempreatures dipped to as low as 5 degrees. While the students shivered in their cosy beds,

cursing themselves to have finished reading a page so that they'll have to move their fingers, or getting up for dinners or loos.It was late night and a pestered
soul named Akshat Joshi grew increasingly uneasy in his room. Reason: He was hungry.
It is important to know what hunger is.It really is.One of the most important takeaways of living in the hostel was that we came to know what hunger was.
Young hostel boys are smart.
We use to get small Parle biscuit packets with tea during the suppers. Which the boys saved for the night.
As the college was located by the expressway and the area around was quite deserted, we had to keep our rations saved to encounter hunger during the night.
But on that fateful night I didn't notice that I had nothing left with me.I groaned with uneasiness, my hunger was increasing, it's a difficult feeling to explain,
it was increasingly torturous, slow death I'll say, just like the snake cunningly hisssesssssss at the small mice dropped in his cage knowing that he shall ravish him with
a single venemous shot. I begged for something to eat from my room-mate.But he had managed to kill his hunger, a trait of a normal EC student who doesn't have time to realise
that he needs to carry out normal life processes other than studies.. :DD phew..!!
I stumbled outside into the corridors, knocked madly at the gates of friends and juniors, begging them for "something to eat".The response was
an honest and helpless "NO" until I knocked the gates of Room No 215.
Rahul was a friend good enough to be looked uppon in times of such dier emergency.I was just giving it a try, may be he had something he could share with his poor friend.
And just the magician pulls a rabbit out of the Hat. Rahul pulled out a couple of Parle biscuits which he was saving over the days.
It was a moment of redemption for me. Some of the rare moments in life when you actually wish for something and it happens the very next moment (Another such moment was my selection in iGATE)
It also shows the kindness of my friend who was willing to share something which was of use to him.Something which I'll always remember and try to adapt.