Colors of life: Hostel Diaries

I was probably the happiest kid when I joined the hostel, I was like
“Whoa, I get to live alone. So cool!”
& when I left I’m so sure my parents would have been like “Good riddance”. (kidding mumma surely do miss me)
Hostel turned out to be not exactly as i thought it would,
freedom is just a part of it, but mostly it is responsibility. I Have to take care of my own things, do my own laundry, iron
clothes, study, keep my room clean, eat on time and what not. I realized that I sucked at most of these things, my room (include wardrobe and study table) was ALWAYS a mess. I barely slept at
night, bunked most classes, was late to whatever few lectures I attended. I made friends, I made enemies, I befriended them later. That too in a very short span
Friends replaced my family in the hostel.
It was getting tough to manage, i hated the mess food, I hated doing laundry, I hated everything, I hated the entire hostel. I was homesick. For the first time, I missed home, I called up my mom confided in her everything. I realized that
no matter what, my mom is still there, and she still love me.
Staying away in the hostel is how I felt l close to my parents.
But the best part about the hostel is it is always alive, step outta your room at 2 am in the night and you’ll still see a few
lights on in some rooms,  some people out in the corridor talking on phone (Long distance relationships HAHAHAHAHA)
Every birthday is special. There had to be a cake and birthday bumps (kicks, cake smashing mainly) at midnight.
The drawback is that in a hostel NOTHING is personal, everyone wanted to know why you are upset, everyone wanted to know who you’re dating. Constant gossip Is a daily requirement and mostly entertainment in the hostel
“She’s dating that guy?” “Kya? Uska break up ho gaya?” “I think this guy is her 3rd boyfriend yaar, whattay slut” such phrases were extremely common. Poking your nose in everyone else’s business is considered pretty normal.
I changed in a lot of ways for good, I learnt to adjust with people, I can smile at people I don’t like now (yeah, fake smile)
but mostly I learnt to keep my temper under control. I really don’t know if staying in a hostel has made me a responsible person, I mean my room is still a mess.
But I do know that hostel life is something which is fun and tough at the same time. An experience most unlikely to be ever forgotten.