We really miss the classic touch nowadays, like waiting in a queue to make a call to home, waiting for money order or letters, reading books or listening to songs amidst disturbed radio signals, the same vibration is missing in college hostels, the discarded hostel telephones, like its always sweet to wait for a call, always on foot, always on doubt “Was it me whom they called?”, “dei! Call for you!”, the guy dashing out of the room running, picking up the receiver with batted breath “Mom! ,how are you?, What?..Who are you? Whom do you want?..Ok R.Prakash, sorry I’am M.Prakash..wait I will call him….ha! ha! Yeah I always wanted that kind of living, always wondered how the classes would have been in those days, colleges having only three departments, the college strength being less than four hundred of these only four are girls!, classes handled by professors with great passion to teach, no mobile phones, no cameras, just small radios, no computer labs, project reports made in type-wr...