Wednesday, 18 July 2012

A TIME THAT WILL NEVER COME BACK

Staying in a hostel, spending time with different brains, moods, people, ideologies, is never an easy thing to do...
And whenever i have a new problem i tel myself - 
"you have lived in a hostel for four years.....you can manage anything"

Believe me living in a hostel is really a task.... You have to live almost 24*7 with a person...about whom you don't know anything......
the first few days....you just observe people...as if evaluating the hard limits....
after all you both have equally paid for the room and the stuff.... hehe :-)


the first few days could really crash a person...

aah i love ragging days....
u are sitting in your room reading the subject of your toughest teacher......and there is a knock on the door..

"COME TO ROOM NO.203" 

"NOW"

you feel as if your lower jaw has dropped on the floor...butterflies in your stomach....
"what will happen?"
"how will they talk?"
"what will they ask"
aah the list is long

you gather people.....and enter the room.....

there is so dark in there....just one small bedside lamp...letting you see the faces of the demons....
and then it starts....

you sing...you dance...you ,may even be asked to bark ;P

As they say, the tables always turn,
no matter how you feel while being ragged,.....but next year when you are at the opposite side...you laugh at what you did...
what were you asked to do...
some people got hurt.....some feel devastated...and others feel so proud of themselves....

well...i know ragging is banned...but if done in a proper and respected manner...it could teach you the very first lesson you need to learn-"Overcome your fears"

from the loving embrace of your mother,stepping into a world of total strangers....sometimes so weird....who don't give a damn about anyone other then themselves....you started feeling homesick...
you may cry your eyes out....you want to go back....
you feel trapped.....

you started talking to people...aah different people....diff cultures...

time passes.....


you spend your first weekend in hostel...then a couple of weekends....and then you just turn into a lazy...hungry..freak...who can eat anything,....sleep anywhere....:)
you  have no boundaries....you love breaking rules....you become so so bold... as if the world is yours....you can live with anyone...
you paint your walls in your colors...
late night movies...midnight snacks...bunking classes.....abusive language....shorter clothes....dirty dancing...playing pranks...birthday bumps...teary breakups...dreamy commitments...full night talks....hostel nights...midnight kirtans....fake calls....last night prepration....witout water baths...hehe........
hostel rains...holi parties...ghosty talks....

.you decorate or mismanage your room in your way.....


"JUST BEING YOUR TRUESELVES" 








and one day.... you have to leave...just like that......
you want to cry...




you wish you could stay...just few more months....a few more weeks...
seems like the end of your world/.....and you pack your stuff.....hug you hostel family....

and walk out of the gate...as you have entered......tears in eyes....but with infinite memories.........
"you know it was the best time of your life"
A TIME THAT WILL NEVER COME BACK

2 comments:

  1. beautiful wow pics kitni achi thi hmara piggy bank jisme humnein 2re bhi nhi dale.those 4years were like dark chocolate laden with rum.beautifulllll

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  2. hmmm :P....
    amazing time.....
    beautiful memories....
    miss you yaar
    :)

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