Ohh!!! The first day at hostell.....

4 years of engineering go hand in hand with the time spent at the second home " our hostel"....

Loaded wit ma bags and books and also a heavy heart i stepped into the hostel.... My mind was overflowing with the thought that how would i stay without my family.... my mum.... Jst the thought filled my eyes.... Buckets wouldnt b enough.... hmm.... Guess, i dint hav an option......
The very first sight.... the warden with her thick glasses on, staring at me... She had the look which said " ohh not another scene maker".... Bfor i could say anything she gave an order to the attender " Take her bags and show her the room".... The attender, a dear old man, obeyed loyally and strode off with my hefty bags.... I had to run behind him to catch up.... After mounting all the steps... atlast we reached the place..."208".... "My room"... i wondered... The door opened and there stood 3 girls.... giving me a cold look... "OOOPSSS!!!! MUMMYYY... " that was the first thing that came into my mind.... I had the very bad feeling tat they wer not happy to c mee... The "dear guy" kept the bags near the bed and left without a word.... I stared at the bags and then at th girls... I gave them my " Best Smile" ..... But i guess it was not tat gud... coz it dint seem to affect them.... Gods grace, right at the moment my dear dear mobile rang... " It was mum.. asking me if al was fine... it was time for them to leave". In the midst of all this it had skipped my mind tat my parents will be leaving.... I felt a pang in my heart... It was as if the whole world had come to an end.... I wanted to scream..... Witout a word.. i ran downstairs... I could c mums brows raised..." she was tensed "... i dint want to break in front of them... My brother, the idiot, who never ever gets upset had a face which indicated as if som1 was dead...
"Another second and i would be dead", i thought. I said all was fine with my best ever smile and water running all over my face... tat set the chord..... They all jumped into the car and sped off bfore they knew i made a mess.... Just as we see in the hindi movies, i ran at the top of my speed covering my face, sobbing sobbing sobbing.... I reached the room, witout bothering about the people around, dived to some bloddy bed and cried and cried and cried as if i was dying.........

The roomies where actually a lil shocked at my performance.... All the cold looks softened and one of them sat near me and cajolingly said some few words......That was even more heart-rending.... Another big gasp and weep....

Whew!!! Finally i was tired... i got up and gave them a wobbly smile and had the intro's done... Am not sure if it was the crying that melted their hearts or my beautiful smile... but they seemed too friendly and where more than interested to help me put my bags and stuffs...... fINally as som1 has said... " Alls well that ends well".... the evening went off peacefully... Partially explaining my roomies about my schooling, my friends and my this, my that... am sure they had had enough.. and suggested that we hav dinner.... hehe.......

Now, when i look back at the wonderfull time i spent with those 3 lovely people in my room... aGain its tears tat come... but this time the tears speak a different storyy.... cozz now...I MISS 3.... I MISS 208.... I MISS MY BUNK BED...................................... :)

Life's Reality..............

It was weekend and i was at home... and i was trying to use the weekend effectively..... Then suddenly the bulb over my head glowed and i thought of tidying up my room, the cupboards, table and watever tat came my way..... It was a war... i had my weapons.. the broom, the duster, a cloth piece and finally a brush to reach out the corners...... ;)

The tidying up went on for an hour and a half. Once it was almost done, i had a lot of unwanted items piled up on the floor...... They included papers, clothes, broken pencils, painting boxes, my old bedsheet and few more such stuffs..... well, the problem here was tat i dint have place to keep all of them in my room....

I started making a fuss over it... Walking all over the house " and making all sort of comments " like " oh god.... not even a single space to keep my stuffs " .... cant we geta few more cupboards or cant this house give a little more space... ooofffffffffooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!"

As i was walking around.... our 60 yr old maid " omana chechi", was staring at me. She had the broom in her hand...... Though the wrinkles on her face showed her age, she was very strong physically....... i noticed the glint in her eyes when i spoke about the lack of space.....

Then without a word she continued cleaning.... I was a lil curious.... i wanted to know what had gone through her mind... though i felt that i knew...... So i went near her and asked her, " wat she was thinking!!!!".....

She gave me a smile and said " we are 8 people staying in my hut beside the canal.... And it has got jst 2 rooms.... a room wher we all sleep, another where we cook.... all of us have got our clothes, accessories and other things which is kept in those 2 rooms....
And here there are so many rooms and cupboards ... still you say tat there is no space.... She had a smile on her face..... A smile which said it all.... Well, i had no words for her..... i smiled back and adjusted those stuffs in my cupboard itself.....

Later in the afternoon as i lay on the couch, munching the chocolate and switching through the channels in the idiot box, i had her words running in my mind " Wasnt she correct!!" i wondered, " There is so much comfort around us but still we find faults for small things without giving a thought to how others with half of these comforts, adjust in life...." This is somethingwhich am sure all of us come through in life... A truth which cannot be and should not be neglected......