Hostel life was fun. When those 5 years passed I never realized it. While we were trying to escape our warden’s eye and helping each other we probably never realized how much we have learned about life.
There was one time when I never used to like staying with girls because I have grown up with boys but then I realized that “life isn’t a music player where you can listen to song whatever you want to but life is like a radio where you have to listen what has been played.”
There were days when I used to wonder “when will I get out of this jail. But now I can’t believe how lucky I have been and how much fun I had.” What I have got in the hostel is a huge amount of love, mutual understanding, cooperation, and the bond we used to share. Now more than my parents my friends know my likes and dislikes.
Exams time was the best part of hostel life that is when we started understanding and helping each other and even started talking to those people to whom we have never talked before. We used to sit in the school corridor, studying, taking small breaks, and drinking tea. Exam time was something we all feared about. That’s because exams are no less than the academic version of The Hunger Games. It’s a fight to finish. And like any fight, there were crazy things we did while preparing for our social showdown.
*rushing through an entire syllabus in an hour. Once one chapter is done, the previous one is out of the window.
*we used to ask our friends how much they have done because misery loves company.
*End up spending more time making time-table than actually studying.
*we used to head straight to guide books, sample papers, important notes, and last year’s question papers.
*when we used to realize, there is no more time left, we used to memorize instead of learning.
*convincing ourselves by saying that this text doesn’t define who we are. We used to act smart.
*In the last, we used to promise, we’ll do better next time.
There are some special qualities which I’ve learned from the hostel.
*”Everything you have is mine (Jo tera hai wo mera hai).”
We shared everything from clothes to secrets.
*”Need food that’s all (Bus khaana hona chahiye).”
*Sleep anywhere, anytime.
*Hostel management -“More facilities with less money (kam paiso me jyada jugaad).”
When we can make Maggie in the hostel illegally, we can do anything.
*We can organize ourselves like a boss.
Protecting all our stuff. The hostel has taught me how to keep things well, proper, and organized.
*we understand our parent’s need better.
Here’s a life skill, I’ve never thought I’d gain. I’ve learned to take care of others by staying up all night and serving my sick friend and listening to them patiently.
*Learned to say YES to new experiences and also NO when required.
*long-distance relationships aren’t always doomed as one is always maintained with the family.
*Learned to get more from less. We kept asking our warden “Can we get more? (Mam aur milega kya?)”
*When something catastrophic happened, we came together and fought it out, even though we hated each other. A lot like Tom and Jerry.
I’ve grown emotionally, mentally, psychologically, and physically in the hostel. I learned to deal with new situations, difficult times, to solve my own problems, protect myself, manage my life, and live independently.
Experiences are never-ending. We learned a lot of new things, namely, making new friends, interacting confidential, managing everything, taking responsibility, etc. With all this comes experience and most of it comes from problems, issues, failures, disappointment, and heartbreak. Experiences in hostel remain as a lesson in life.