A hostler's tale!

Transformation is one autonomous life-changer, you go way too ahead and turn back to realize that the ten-year-old you, was A and the 15-year-old you is Z. We change every day, some for better, some for worse. One such change, one such surprising transformation takes place after 12th, as soon as a person enters college and becomes a part of a hostel. ‘Parental guidance’, however irritating it may be initially but when you go onboard to such a ship of independent living, all those guidelines start making sense. The effects of hostel life are a mix of boon and bane. Let’s compare ourself. As a school going student we are bound to follow a routine i.e. WAKE up EARLY, BATH, BATH, BATH, go to school for a STIPULATED TIME, come back home and go to PLAY, have MILK and snacks, STUDY, have a BALANCED DIET, prepare the bag for next day and SLEEP ON TIME. Now, the blogger hasn’t gone mad with the caps lock key but wants to emphasize what all things stop to exist or are least taken care of when the same kid comes to a hostel. Now just re-focus on the capital words, they don’t make sense in a hostel.

Sleeping early is rather associated with a punishable offense or body ailment. The only person whom you may find awake at 6 would be the one who didn’t sleep all night or the one with gastro-intestinal issues. TIME gets a whole new meaning in college life. It now means ‘something that flies un-noticed and gets scolded like anything during exams for not existing before’. Hostel life is like a parallel world with higher levels of laziness, higher population of ignorant procrastinators, infinite fun and minimal awareness. We become intolerant gamers, nights become our day and days turn into nights unnoticed, books rot and mobiles and laptops blossom, bathing becomes a choice, in winters it’s a carefully planned mission. Health deserves to be ignored because it hides behind the excuse ‘This is the age when you can eat all stuff and the stomach won’t rebel’. I am a hostler too and I am most of what is mentioned here.

It’s sad to write all this and many might get offended but the truth is that this part of society that has gone totally cut off with the outer world survives on its own rules, no one teaches them the art of living without a governing hand.

When people return from home, there is a glow on the face, the skin seems fresh and the eyes sparkle. Let a month pass by, rotting starts, hair gets messy and complexion dims. Yellow gasping eyes that have been devoid of sleep ask attention and are surrounded by the darkness of technology. Cleanliness, orderliness are all nuisances that existed when mom was around.

Not all are the same and not one does it all but such practices that exist are like scratches on a car that the owner tried to save all his life. From the distant lands the car seems new, go close enough and you're far from true. Let's peek into the attitude:

Clutter everywhere, a stinky bin

It smells like hell but the deo works cool

This mess needs attention but I got plans

Let the weekend come, right now I don’t give a damn!

The books call me, "hey! I exist,

Boy o boy I am meant to be read".

The books can wait but the tech, cannot.

Let the exams come, right now I don’t give a damn!

They sent me with dreams and blessings on the head,

Now they call me for food or money or health.

They don’t get it dude, I am the busiest bee,

Let all go to hell, right now I don’t give a damn!

Wake up people!