Before starting to write about what has been going on in the past month in my life, I'd like to tell everyone that I'm still technologically handicapped at the moment. The university authorities here tell us that we're gonna get our laptops pretty soon.. but then, I really have no clue when I'm going to be connected to the virtual world again.
Frankly speaking, I didn't want to come here. Who wants to leave home and stay in an alien city with people who stare at you for the weirdest of reasons and speak in a language that is remotely not similar to yours? I was comfortable in the colonial corridors of school with a bunch of supermadhatters for friends. I was comfortable dozing off in history class and writing poetry in sociology class. I was overwhelmed everytime I caught a glance of the red and yellow building.. I loved the ol' wishing pond and secretly wished for it's serenity. Things were different in school. You could cry 'cause you knew you had arms to run into.. There was always someone who'd support you when you stumbled.
University is WAY more different. A slightly more ruthless realm. People smile at you but pass comments behind your back. Competition and only competition rules. Plus, you have to do everything yourself. From studying thick law journals to washing and ironing clothes - Life has certainly turned topsy-turvy. Then, we practically starve during meal times. Hostel food sucks. We sometimes live on hide-and-seek biscuits,haldiram bhujia and aachaar. We aren't allowed of our hostel for the first three months. Plus, we have no source of entertainment except each other. We dance sometimes. Laugh our wild scary laughter and curse the warden and our Fate.
What is even more heart-rending is that I haven't seen my family for more than a month now! I hear my brother's voice on the phone every night but I know I cannot cuddle him tight. I miss my Ma's constant bickering about my dirty, filthy room. In fact, now, astonishingly I keep Room Number 15 as clean as I can. I miss Dad's snoring.. I miss Bhai and my best friends. I miss Calcutta. I miss GOOD FOOD! In fact, I think I miss Food in any case. I miss known faces. I know I was looking for anonymity but now that I have found it, I think Home was much better.
Nevertheless, Room Number 15 is Home for now. I share the Room with Sayontika and Ruhi. Both occupy 70% of theRoom space and I'm amazed at how they are gaining weight instead of shedding some. Natty, one of my bestest friends here, stays in Room Number 17 with Pragya and Aditi. The others - Purva,Swati,Priyanka,Sonali and Anjali are also really co-operative. Paro and I have grown really close. :) So, I'm really lucky to be in a Block in the hostel where there is no hostile politics. I don't talk to the guys here much. And my dreams of flirting with several guys(despite my shyness) are all shattered since NOT ONE guy is dateable, unfortunately. *ahem ahem* * winks*
Our campus is beautiful. Almost like a city inside another city. It reminds me of school somehow. The sky covers up the serene campus in the most beautiful, dreamy way. The sepia in the evenings often leaves an indelible mark on poetry people like me(And I haven't written something concrete in ages.). I'll put up the photographs once I get my laptop.
Okay, I have get off the laptop 'cause it's my roomie's turn to fiddle with technology a bit. Yes, I miss home like crazy. I miss my brothers. I couldn't even tie raakhis this time. I miss Ma. I miss Baba. I miss Dida. I miss home cooked food. I miss FOOD! I miss the touch of home on cold rainy days(It rains every day here). I miss the wildwild laughter in the colonial corridors. I miss a few faces. I miss writing and chatting on social networking sites. But then, I've reasons to stay on. Reasons to wait. There's sunshine after the rains, and my sunshine stories will come alive too.
* smiles *
Frankly speaking, I didn't want to come here. Who wants to leave home and stay in an alien city with people who stare at you for the weirdest of reasons and speak in a language that is remotely not similar to yours? I was comfortable in the colonial corridors of school with a bunch of supermadhatters for friends. I was comfortable dozing off in history class and writing poetry in sociology class. I was overwhelmed everytime I caught a glance of the red and yellow building.. I loved the ol' wishing pond and secretly wished for it's serenity. Things were different in school. You could cry 'cause you knew you had arms to run into.. There was always someone who'd support you when you stumbled.
University is WAY more different. A slightly more ruthless realm. People smile at you but pass comments behind your back. Competition and only competition rules. Plus, you have to do everything yourself. From studying thick law journals to washing and ironing clothes - Life has certainly turned topsy-turvy. Then, we practically starve during meal times. Hostel food sucks. We sometimes live on hide-and-seek biscuits,haldiram bhujia and aachaar. We aren't allowed of our hostel for the first three months. Plus, we have no source of entertainment except each other. We dance sometimes. Laugh our wild scary laughter and curse the warden and our Fate.
What is even more heart-rending is that I haven't seen my family for more than a month now! I hear my brother's voice on the phone every night but I know I cannot cuddle him tight. I miss my Ma's constant bickering about my dirty, filthy room. In fact, now, astonishingly I keep Room Number 15 as clean as I can. I miss Dad's snoring.. I miss Bhai and my best friends. I miss Calcutta. I miss GOOD FOOD! In fact, I think I miss Food in any case. I miss known faces. I know I was looking for anonymity but now that I have found it, I think Home was much better.
Nevertheless, Room Number 15 is Home for now. I share the Room with Sayontika and Ruhi. Both occupy 70% of theRoom space and I'm amazed at how they are gaining weight instead of shedding some. Natty, one of my bestest friends here, stays in Room Number 17 with Pragya and Aditi. The others - Purva,Swati,Priyanka,Sonali and Anjali are also really co-operative. Paro and I have grown really close. :) So, I'm really lucky to be in a Block in the hostel where there is no hostile politics. I don't talk to the guys here much. And my dreams of flirting with several guys(despite my shyness) are all shattered since NOT ONE guy is dateable, unfortunately. *ahem ahem* * winks*
Our campus is beautiful. Almost like a city inside another city. It reminds me of school somehow. The sky covers up the serene campus in the most beautiful, dreamy way. The sepia in the evenings often leaves an indelible mark on poetry people like me(And I haven't written something concrete in ages.). I'll put up the photographs once I get my laptop.
Okay, I have get off the laptop 'cause it's my roomie's turn to fiddle with technology a bit. Yes, I miss home like crazy. I miss my brothers. I couldn't even tie raakhis this time. I miss Ma. I miss Baba. I miss Dida. I miss home cooked food. I miss FOOD! I miss the touch of home on cold rainy days(It rains every day here). I miss the wildwild laughter in the colonial corridors. I miss a few faces. I miss writing and chatting on social networking sites. But then, I've reasons to stay on. Reasons to wait. There's sunshine after the rains, and my sunshine stories will come alive too.
* smiles *
7 comments:
Change is inevitable
Change is life
Adapt to it and make it work for you!
Hey cheer up Kiddo...these are the initial pangs...at the end of 5 years you just won't know where the years just flew by. You'l feel like you just got here. And as for hostel politics, I would still say its early days yet, so don't go around trusting everyone blindly. This is not school baby. I trusted someone in my 1st year and was let down very badly.
Good to see you posting after a long long time. And by the very beauty of the post and the longing for home...... it seems the laptop should surely on its way. Till then, take care
and
adios.
University is WAY more different. A slightly more ruthless realm. People smile at you but pass comments behind your back. Competition and only competition rules.
welcome to the real world sweetheart! dont worry you'll survive....
by any chance are you angry? u never return my correspondence?
you know what,you will get used to all these before you know it...
and remember,no matter how tough the going gets,you always live at the end of it...
*hug*
*tight hug*
miss u ..
Here's to you growing up.Hope you adjust to your new environment soon.
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