I’m in a very listicle sort of mood. I came up with a few things I’ve learnt/realised in the last two weeks of living in a Girl’s Hostel.
so here you go:
- It is no longer possible for you to be phony with people around you.
The hypocrisy will die, no matter what. Whether you’re shy, immature, introverted, socialite, liar or a narcissist. People are going to know. And there is absolutely nothing you can do about that.
- Laundry can be fun and tiring at the same time.
Personally, it invigorates me but it consumes a lot of energy too. As of now I’ve decided to do my own laundry.
- There’s no such thing as ‘student budget’.
That’s actually just code word for one’s conscience and a subtle no. Mostly, the latter. Everyone goes around complaining about how they don’t have money to go to a particular place but when it comes to a place they are actually interested in, the money suddenly appears out of nowhere.
- If you’re not a people person, hostel life can be terrifying.
It is for me. The constant babble and socialising is already taking a toll on me. My space is one of the most important things to me and that’s something I have never compromised on. At times, it makes me come off as arrogant or even snobbish. But I’ve made my peace with it.
- People will pry and judge constantly.
Gossip is the air one breathes in a girl’s hostel. Everyone has a baseless opinion about everyone they see from afar. There is a constant need to narrate pointless stories and let the whispers create their own travelogues. And even if you’re not the kind to indulge in such guilty pleasures, you’re bound to fall prey to them at some point.
Need I say anymore? You’re going to miss home more than you could have ever imagined. I know I do.
When we are in college, we normally use the term ‘home’ to refer to our hostel rooms. But the reality is so much more different. Four walls can never compensate for the love and joy your parents have created in the first eighteen years of your life. Every day is plagued with nostalgia. It’s a clichéd bittersweet feeling that stays put.
- Hello, oily food.
If you’re someone like me, who eats food made with minimal salt, oil and sugar, it’s going to take a while before you finally figure out why you’re food is always swimming in a shimmery, unfamiliar liquid.
- Freedom is overrated.
There is nothing more I can say so as to emphasize that more. All that supposed ‘freedom’ we were looking forward to is just the effortless green grass on the other side of the fence. Freedom is just one slice of the cake.