Alone In Hostel | Aspersions Blog

It was a long tiring day filled with hustle bustle and chaos of surrounding. All I knew was the next train I catch will take me towards peace that is a home away from home my hostel. I was getting impatient to reach back because after entire mess of day what I needed was my supper and a good sound sleep. But is it possible in Mumbai to have peaceful thoughts even ? even local trains in this city constantly reminds you that life is all about devoting yourself to work and struggle. Although, I am use to this life by now but today I just want to be myself I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe I am too exhausted or it is possible that I am suffering from epic mood swings. I normally do behave in this way but today my anxiety is at different level altogether. All I demand today is to be alone, be myself but yes, even that is not possible because as soon as I reach back. I will have different things to do and different sounds to deal with which will not allow me to even sigh peacefully. But, nobody can help this hostel life is all about friends and their usual nuisance and anyway I love that place because It provides me same protection as house does.
Catching 7.15 local at Dadar is tougher then cracking JEE exam. It seems, entire Mumbai at once decides daily to commute through same route. Getting In train makes you feel like qualify exam and trust me if you manage to get a seat you feel like top 10 rankers. Like everyday I had to pick this challenge again today as I had no choice, travelling in locals along with entire Mumbai population is the only option.
Finally this train has arrived and somehow I have to manage to get in, somehow I did but I couldn’t qualify exam of getting a seat. All I had to do was squeeze myself to fit in entire crowd to survive that journey of 30 minutes. All I wanted is to get done with my travelling as soon as possible but observing everybody’s expression in local is also a very interesting task. Most of the time none of us pays attention to it but let’s give it a thought there is so much to understand something about everybody’s life just from their glance and expressions. Their faces gives rough idea of how their entire day was. what I could gather from chit chats going on in small groups was this common notion, scarcity of time. I couldn’t understand the reason behind getting late at the end of the day. What have we all done to ourselves in this hustle bustle of time? Are we even living our life or just going through it? What is the use of working hard and striving so hard for it when we don’t have time to look ourselves and pay attention to oneself.
Anyways, my travelling for the day was coming to an end. As soon as train stopped I was thrown out of train by crowd. Well this is a normal way of coming out of Mumbai Local in crowded hours. Now I had to head towards hostel. A place where I get non-edible food, a place where my privacy is every time is intruded but still it is home away from home. In spite of getting bad food and no peace at all this place still provides me some sort of comfort which I had only experienced at home. Maybe after so many problems still this place is very difficult for me to leave. All I wanted was peace because I was too exhausted I wished to stay alone in hostel for one night away from all noise and hustle bustle, I wanted to be myself for one day, I was longing for uninterrupted silence for a while.

But wishes are wishes they don’t get fulfilled always and definitely not this one, this I knew for sure. So , finally I reached my destination my hostel, but today, hostel was not like everyday. There was something different which I was not able to figure out. In my two years of hostel life hostel had never been that quiet, I couldn’t understand what had gone wrong. I got inside I couldn’t see even a single girl in entire hostel there was no one around. Then I decide to head towards my room where I could get to see my roommates at least. But, Alas! My room was locked. Thank God I had keys but why did this happen to me nobody told me before leaving and how did hostel grant nigh out to so many people at once. Finally I heard bell for dinner, I had hope of seeing someone at least. In hall of hundred girls it was only me who was present there and I only saw my warden. It was only two of us who were residing in hostel that night. I couldn’t hold my curiosity for longer duration and I asked her where was everyone then I got to know everybody had gone for a visit to hostel dome for one night. It was hostel’s property. But why without me. Nobody tried to call me up or contact me. I was in despair after hearing this.

I know I was longing for this since long but, I was not serious. How was this even possible to stay in this scary hostel with scary warden that too alone. How I wish I could have asked for something else but now nothing was possible I had to stay alone even if I did not wanted to I had no choice. I was missing that chaos and hustle bustle. Today , I had all peace to myself I always longed for but still I was not happy with staying alone.Hostel_Dormitory

Source: Wikipedia

Advertisements

Darling Daughter To Independent Hostel Girl| Aspersion Blog

Two years back when I stepped in Mumbai for my graduation I was very happy that finally I was getting opportunity to lead my life on my terms. I had been waiting  for this opportunity since forever and finally I was getting that in my hand. It was like a dream come true for me. I was going to start my new life in ‘City Of Dreams’ and definitely my dreams  and expectations were high like any normal person who comes to Mumbai until I got a reality check.

We youngsters think that life in house is so miserable it would have better if we had our own independent lives nobody to answer to,  looked by no one. Sounds cool ??  yes it sounds cool but trust me life is not a bed of roses as it seems. In my journey of two years I have realized that our parents make our life so easy without even letting us know, that protective shelter we get in our home is available nowhere in this world.

Travelling in locals and cabs  reminds me of those Cinderella days where pick up and drop facility  was  a provision from house available on one phone call  where my parents like Cinderella’s  God Mother would take care of my commuting.

Household chores were my Mom’s department and handling budget was my Dad’s  but since the day I have shifted in hostel  I have alone  taken up their  roles and in my life now things are under my control.  I am the boss who decides what has to happen when and in what manner. Yes, I even had to  learn to wash clothes, iron them and keep oneself organized which I never did back in my home

In a new city  still when you  fall sick your parents are not around you to take your care, to take you to a doctor or give you medicines for an instance. You alone go to  a hospital and look after  yourself that is the time when you realize your parent’s importance you miss them the most, want to run back to that environment where you were pampered  like a princess . Then you decide not to because  it was your decision  to stay strong in every situation.

We all have  very different habits  when it comes to eating. We hate that boring food cooked  by our mothers but ones when you start staying  in hostel or as a paying guest  and you don’t get good food to eat then definitely you miss home food which your Mother with her entire love and affection use to cook especially for you. Then you hog on whatever comes your way irrespective of the taste it has, everything is okay till its edible .

Being a pampered child I only shared room with my sister but here I learnt to stay with people coming from different backgrounds. It wasn’t only about sharing I learned to adjust with their habits as well. It wasn’t easy to cope up with everything but it wasn’t difficult as well. I learned a lot and still  I am learning something different everyday but after this journey of two years I can say that I have changed from Daddy’s daring daughter to an independent hostel girl.

Source : WikiPedia