For us, your college hostel was your family, your mess mates your brothers. So this idea of paying money and performing tricks to be allowed into a special dining room? Abbah, it feels like making caste system inside a university. In my town, we had one college canteen for everyone—the rich farmer's son and the postman's son like me shared the same bench and stale samosas. That felt like education.
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