Hostel Life

A start of a new era with giggles, fun, warmth, adjustments and struggles was about to begin and I knew I couldn't be anymore ready. I was eagerly looking forward for this new chapter in life that was vital for all the ambitions I had in life. College era is supposed to be the final building block of your personality and character until you finally enter the Real world that does give you a lot to learn but not to experiment like you do now. 

I was delighted at the thought of going to college, building a new lifestyle that would be entirely under my control, enthusiastic to shape myself into the best version I dreamed of. I had a  lot on  my mind before packing my luggage. I suppose clothes and amenities weren't the only things I packed, instead, I packed a whole lot of dreams and ideas. The part I was most excited about was my HOSTEL LIFE.

The moment I stepped into my hostel, I turned back to look at my family who stood behind, waving at me. I felt a gush of multiple emotions, striking me all at once. The joy and confidence to walk upto a new start and at the same time a fleeting emotion of sadness and nostalgia, as if I'm leaving a part of me forever behind but at the same time I knew it is all for the best because I'm confident that anything from this day onwards will be for a thriving, flourishing and radiant future. That moment was a significance of emerging independence.

I walked into my new room. 'My Room' ,I labelled it immediately. The view from the 8th floor, campus-facing room filled me with thrill .I went around exploring the new corridors and peers. I clicked with some people and made friends. The first week was a whole lot of unpacking stuffs and talks, trying to get to know each other.  A bind felt free and in came a blanket of responsibilities, that did not feel compelled, instead felt like a heartfelt wish, something I want to do for me.

Breathtaking sights from hostels

My newly found friends and I set our ambitions straight and decided to work on it. Python learning, data science interests, new applications like MATLAB and Basic Engineering Solid works. We decided to leap onto everything, but first, lets create the "Hostel Memories". Watching movies together, bringing the scrumptious snacks from our homes and sharing it into the group with stupid Dad jokes and funny native accents was almost a weekly ritual. The hostel faculty, too, gave us space and time to create memories. Within the first week we had our first DJ night and brought out all the hidden dancers and mischief mongers. I realized that I had stepped into the GIRL WORLD. The world full of glamour, grace, warmth, understanding and common struggles. My DJ night ended with all of us soaked in sweat, laughter and stumbling steps. We changed into our night suits and THOUGHT of sleeping and resting, only to wake up till 3am and talk about the hot topic, FAMILY,LIFE and US.

After Scenes of the DJ night 

    

Late night hairstyling

The biggest hostel struggle is the laundry and it hit all of together like a truck when we realized that we have already tried every permutation and combination and now we can't escape the ultimate 'cleaning chores'. I must admit it was and still is the hardest part of hostel survival. I find it the mist troublesome and boring task. Of course, we never do it alone (we don't do anything alone in the GIRL WORLD) but I will always list it as the most bothersome task.  Other trivial up's and down's don't deserve the struggle tag because none of us are alone in this. Sticking together even for a short corridor walk, running back to friends' room just because they called you(they did not tell you why), helping in both cleaning the room and clearing the homemade snacks and creating cherish able memories that would last for life is the sum and substance of hostel life.

                                                              The ultimate Struggle

Skincare and hairstyle experimentation never requires a definite time, it just happens when your mood is right. We have extremely charming and talented makeup artists that never let you go 'out of Style'. Midnight jamming sessions are priority and all it asks for is 3 friends together with absolutely wrong lyrics and unshakable confidence. The night mess Masti is another chapter of waiting in lines to buy snacks to complete our ongoing movie sessions.