Gang Masti -2022- Xtramood Original -

“The mess back door. Don’t ask,” Lucky grinned.

No one knew what “Xtramood Original” meant. It was Lucky’s code for a vibe that couldn’t be replicated. Tonight, that vibe was a rusted, single-plate electric stove, a kilo of raw paneer, and a bottle of something suspiciously labeled “Mystery Sauce – Handle with Fear.”

Mr. Sharma turned off his flashlight, turned around, and walked away. The next morning, a new rule appeared on the hostel notice board: “No luminous cooking after midnight. Warden has eyes everywhere.” Gang Masti -2022- Xtramood Original

It was the summer of 2022, and the boys of Hostel 4, Block C, were about to break their tenth "No Masti After 10 PM" rule.

At 2 AM, the warden, Mr. Sharma, arrived with a flashlight. He found four engineering students in a circle, holding hands, humming the Baby Shark tune in three-part harmony, with a smoking stove between them. “The mess back door

The stove coughed. The paneer sizzled. Then came the Xtramood Original moment.

By 11 PM, the terrace looked like a crime scene. Bittu was fanning smoke away from the warden’s side using a stolen hostel chappal. Chatur, the self-appointed safety officer, had wrapped his head in a towel like a turban and was whispering, “If we die, I want it on record that I objected.” It was Lucky’s code for a vibe that

“Where did you even get this?” Rohan asked, holding the bottle up to the moonlight.