Life of a Hostel girl

“ For me, past 8 years was always on a bag packing mode. From one college to other ..from one hostel to other…  I practiced a different life style. Lived with all kind of girls as roommates. Some were arrogant, active, hard working while few were lazy and simple just like me…. But I managed to be friend with all my roommates and that was the result of my adjusting nature… I adjust easily and happily. These 8 years of continue hostel life made me independent and strong enough. I learn to deal with flaws of hostel life, my stomach is now well versed with not so edible food of hostel and whenever it refuses to digest that SO CALLED FOOD of hostel, Eno is always in my medical kit.  I understand that when I am away from home… roommates are the only people who are my family, sometimes more than family. Maybe, that’s why I ever remained in a healthy relationship  with my roommates………. It’s really difficult to adapt a certain kind of environment and then leave it after couple of years… From the very first day at any hostel  I know the bed, the  study table, the Elmira which I call is mine.. is not mine…. I have to leave all this given infrastructure  once I complete my term. I am not supposed to love with all the infrastructure or roommates but unfortunately I with time I develop a bond of love with everything. But once when I am settled in that environment and hostel life… it’s the time to move on… And that is it… It happens… It’s really painful to leave everything and go to new destination… I can share the pain of those who don’t have a permanent home… Sometimes I feel myself as a member of packers and movers………..  I have a beautiful family and a home in between tranquil hills but I was not fortunate enough to complete my study being at best place of world , where my soul rest. My higher studies always made me to leave the comfort of home … .. Yet, The home coming always thrilled me and that joy of going home is incomparable.. Being in study for so many years I also learn that it’s not always possible to be at home on every occasion and function. My exams, studies, assignments didn’t allowed me to be a part of family functions…I  Can’t express how I feel when on the other side family is enjoying function and I am asking on phone that how is it going with teary eyes…. For the outside world… hostel life always been the best thing happen.. They say living away from parents on your own is so exciting…. I don’t deny.. it is good sometimes … Its good when you gossip with your roommate whole night, it’s awesome when you sing, dance and enjoy birthdays with friends… Going to market and enjoy shopping on one hour off from hostel is a kind of joy hostel life make you enjoy… But the best thing about hostel is not working… no making food… When I am at home, my siblings do taunt me like “ it’s not your hostel that make you take your spoon and go to mess”.  Hostel life taught me punctuality, value of time, independence, being social, manage everything, study periods, day off and a lot more. ….Anyhow, today when I look back to those 8 years then there is plethora of thoughts which haunt me every now and then…. There were times when I said “  I don’t want to stay here. I wanna go home” and there were also the times when I said “ I don’t wanna leave this hostel , I wanna stay here “
Well, time never stay the same.. but the memories do… And these so many different years of hostel life has given me enough memories to be remember for the rest of my life . I got a lot of degree for my studies and gazillion experiences from  MY SO LONG HOSTEL LIFE…………….”