Life @ hostel

February 3^rd, 2014, was the day when I entered a place called CIIT Boys Hostel, entering the gates of hostel changed my life. Leaving behind all my friends and family members I chose to live at a place where I knew I would have no one to relate with. Slowly I adapted the environment of the hostel and adjusted myself according to hostel.

Having to spent the first semester at hostel was little difficult as everything around me was new. New people, new surroundings, new friends and most of all new city.  This semester was spent in trying and understanding the differences between home and hostel. Finally by the time I was able to make friends, adjust to mess food and came to know of all the pros and cons of hostel the semester ended and I was at home for almost 1.5 month. But those 1.5 month appeared less. I kept on wishing that my holidays should be more and that I should have more time at home.  But as we say everything comes to an end and likewise these holidays came to an end too.

Finally the next semester started, this semester was far more different for me. This was like one long semester and this was one semester that made me fall in love with my university, friends, hostel and the dreaded city Islamabad. This semester made me learn how the people in hostel are, who should be trusted and who shouldn’t. I came to know of the people who uses others for their sake and who are always there to help you whenever you need them. The real feeling of life at hostel was understood by me via the help of this semester. Well this semester also came to an end and blessed with holidays.

The time period of the holidays granted by the end of this semester was 2 weeks but as soon as I reached home each day in the period of 2 weeks passed like a turtle’s kinesis on earth. Very soon I started to miss the time I spent at hostel and wished the holidays to end soon. It was not like the fact that I was disliking my home but the time I spent at hostel was keeping me to get attracted to it.

Very soon, the holidays ended and the third semester began. I would say that this semester is the one that I will always miss. This one semester changed a lot of things for me. I was introduced to new friends and my friendship with old friends grew much stronger. I came to know of people who are jealous of others and who want use others. I also came to know of friends who are always there for me no matter what happens. I understood how so people comes closer to you in a very short span of time. This one semester forced me to fall in love with hostel.

Sitting in my clean and tidy, nice painted, amazingly decorated room I am ruthlessly writing this article missing a room which was never clean, paint coming out and no one ever had a chance of thinking about its decoration.  Laying down on the floor of my home, having all that tasty home cooked food in my mouth and warmness of family around yet I still have the audacity to write an article stating that I miss the life at my hostel and wishing the holidays to end soon so that the life at hostel may once again be rebooted.

The routine that I once called was strict, the places that I once called as dead, the surrounding that I once hated for being quite all glimpse in front of me when I am living a life of no routine, visiting the lively places and breathing in the noisily polluted surrounding.  Why is that I miss the life at hostel when my ultimate wish there was to be at home. Hostel, a dreaded, dirty and obnoxious place have all the reason for me to kept myself fallen in love with its life.