Reflections of a hostel boarder

9th February,2007 6:48 pm .. what a nice time to start writing something..

3 minutes later....

It was not a good time after all as nothing is coming to my mind.It is a complete void. Lying down on a friend's bed i wonder what an ideal day for an upcoming engineer would be like? What sort of a time table or a routine should he have? and suddenly... Routine! Time Table! what crap? It has been three years and i am not able to single out a day which could be identical to another.. Routines and Time Tables have long been forgotten and am in no mood to start following them again. School to Professional School has been a strange transformation, for me and other people as well.Those who came with thick glasses, now sport contact lenses, Short hair is now 'Uncool', as they say, Long locks are in.. and the list goes on and on.My girlfriend, from school, refuses to recognise me. Mumma says, i look as if i have come from hell, but seriously hell is too small a word, she adds.
Sun rises at 10:20am(classes start @ 10:30am) and sets at around 4:00 am. This is probably the only definite time that i can give. Classes get over anytime i wish(i.e if i chose to get thrown out the class by really messing with the faculty). Day starts with the worst possible beakfast and the worst possible lunch & dinner somewhere in between.Nocturnal is what i have become. Rate of fun/Work increases as the night grows darker.
Still on his bed i reminicise of my first day in the hostel, i had come at around 2 in the after noon and was surrounded by complete strangers. My father had dropped me at the hostel gate and "Find your own way out now.." were the words with which he bade me farewell. Amidst total strangers and their parents who were even more strange, it was a herculean task to keep my cool. At that point of time i felt like running back home..i wanted to escape!!! but 3 years from then, i think i have changed.
All these years i have been seeing so many things.. so many people becoming friends and then unbecoming, so many new relations budding and then withering away, so many people changing.. i guess CHANGE is inevitable. Coming to hostel has probably been the best thing i have ever done, it , in a way, has prepared me for what i am to face in the future. Coming face to face to some of the blunt and harsh truths, i have fallen head first many times and everytime learnt a new lesson. Life is all about giving you lessons and lessons which are worth taking. It is no more school going children that you need to deal with but with so called matured men ( maturity which at times is not there). Innocence has no value, if you are innocent you are weak and shall be trodden down. It is a world, a world full of lots of people and to face them, i guess, one has to change, change not only superficially but from within.
When i was at home, Dad used to say,"It's a dirty world out there,Son", and in 3 years of staying in the wild,i have started to get a taste of it already, as transformation in life has begun.