MH

he gateway opening to MH is seen partially demolished always,
yelling nobody-can-ever-stop-us on the face of the vicious authorities of time-to-time. Four blocks of the hostel stand like a massive castle upon a hill, amidst the thinning forest around. The maze-like structure of the hostel is such that an outsider trapped inside will find hard time coming out unless
helped by an inmate. The two bridges connecting all the four blocks are silent spectators n grand arena for many an unforgettable episode,
where all the hostel ceremonies ended with the traditional camp-fires and the junglee dances or simply paatz n koothz. Everybody would have envied such a life.. The MHites set their own standards in all the day-to-day endeavors on the campus. May it be the late-entry
in the classes or the ever so frequent unforeseen water-strikes, or as the strongest or
well equipped force for conducting all college day celebrations, may it be the nautankies and dappaan-koothu orchestras. MH always was a lil India in itself with a mixture of people and culture from all over the country from
Kashmir to Andamans, Rajasthan to Nagaland (Though the side-effect has been that all the MH-ites get well-versed
in the abuses in all languages ! :D). Politics has always found a home in the MH. All the diverse ideologies (from the extreme left to the extreme right)
find their takers in the MH, which usually formed the ground force for many a student leaders victories. In spite of so many cultural and ideological differences, MHites have managed to keep their well - knit act together. All for One and One for All. Generations of CETians have taken their inspiration for unity from the MH and this can be
heard in the war-cries (or was that a strike call?) still echoed in the walls of the great CET .....

Idinaadam muzhangatte....
Digandangal nadungatte....
Kadalezhum irambatte.......
Unity.. Unity...
MH unity... Zindaabaad! We love MH
We fight for MH
We live for MH
PROUD to be an MHite