Rawte days,Mumbai, Part 1: 1st Impression

Hey guys, this is gonna be my first post on a period of life which i didnt enjoy professionally but ya personally have had great number of experiences. And i feel its gonna be damn long so i am gonna divide it into parts. So presenting to you

Rawte days,Mumbai, 2006-08 Part 1

January, 2007
i used to stay with my brother in Goregaon and travelling to Churchgate daily used to be a pain the a**. So half a year of my stay into Mumbai i started looking for hostels and PGs. Thats when, through a college friend, Rishabh i got to this place somewhere in the lanes of Gamdevi. A huge house owned by Mr Rawte so the name Rawte PG/ Hostel so 17th january 2007 started Rawte Days...

A place haunted by dangerous looking creatures, one would actually feel that there is something wrong with the place. You enter the gate and first person you meet is none other than... Subhash... you want me to describe it...Dont worry i will make you picturise it...

SUBHASH: 4ft 11inches tall with a huge ponch comes walking towards you as if a dead body is walking. Not even God would remember when he last had a bath. Filthy, dirty, disgusting you could smell him approaching from miles away. His hair is short but stiff due to not being washed ever, and i mean ever. He walked slowly and with that stare that if a ghost saw him in the dark even he would run away. Wait till you hear him speak. He had this hushed and grizzly sound, something like when you whisper but a little louder and all he included in his statements were "M*****C*** and B****C***" His clothes would not be changed for days, leave alone a bath.

Now one would ask, why such a gatekeeper... Do you think that with him at the gates, anyone dare enter. Even we use to dread entering, leave alone somebody else. He was an actual speciman.


Now moving on to the next speciman... Ya, dont worry Subhash was not the only one. There was more to come and you will surely say after reading both these," Sampark, where the hell did u stay." So presenting to you, the washerman, all the way from Nepal, Gopal.

GOPAL: 5.11 tall, slim but great muscles was our washerman. But then you would says whats great about him. He was blind by one eye. So this eye was silver in colour. So as he would walk in this eye, combined by the wicked grin that he carried along with him could scare the shit out of anyone new. I still remember Arjun's (hostelmate, great friend, would be introduced later) statement of when he first saw Gopal. He claimed he was damn scared.
And mix it with the days he was drunk. You mess with him and he would even get a 3inch broad stick to attack you (it did happen). So the better you maintain your relationship with him, the safer and the faster your clothes got washed.

So with the great welcome you get at Rawte with Subhash and Gopal, one thing is for damn sure, this place is not for the weal hearted..

So with this the Part1 comes to an end. In further Parts we would read about our eating joints, our hangout places, the friends, the specimans, the events and experiences etc... Keep waiting and keep reading....