An Enigmatic Life

By Aswini Sivadasan

“Your yearning heart will desire to pull the hatred moments back into your life, of which you unaware of how you were so alive in those hatred moments”. This could have happened in some hostellers' life. The things which once get the incoming of hate will become the fondling memories of your future.

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From trivial moments to the darkest, every life begins and ends.

Hostel life! How would it be? How could one be there?

Only a hosteller can answer this.

If there is a challenge contest on “who has the most excellent chances of enjoying the school/ college life, the winners will be the hostellers.

Life as a hosteller is something special... No?

The hostel looks neither pleasant nor devilish; however, as hostellers, some will set their foot into the hostel with the illusion of entering the dungeon/booth bungalow. It is about that ‘some’, not every hosteller because everybody is not as exact as somebody.

It would have begun, for that ‘some’, with that first vexing moment of being in the hostel with the teasing seniors and sharing rooms with strangers, that weird feeling of missing parents. And, all become cool when the strangers become besties.

Hostel life is the mix of moments like having a fear of the warden that makes the heart beat panicky while taking the bestie who is a day scholar to the room, that tiny cries with friends, that moment of rushing to go home to feel the freshness of weekend, and, at last, that moment of hating to go home leaving the hostel for vacation as it is hard to live without that bed-sheet fight; that bicker for fan-speed in winter; that running race for capturing a bathroom during the mornings when it’s been already 9.10 am and getting late for 8.30 am class; that study-hour which is the epic hour for conversing the gossips; that secret cooking in the room; that modern to local atrocities with roommates; that lots of lies to go outing with friends, that stone-idli; that dry-dosa; that light-tasty meals; that once in a blue moon roommates’ homemade delicious biryani made with love and pity; and finally that hot water in disguise of tea or coffee in every morning and evening.

Ooops, I forgot to mention something significant!!! Hostellers do have the punctuality in being the regular latecomers to the class of the very first hour!

The hostellers are honest Don of Heroes as they have good managing skills as they live in the hostel with many adjustments and could make more friends than day-scholars. No life is equal to the hostel life as it is a life of "hate first and cherishing later” what you hated the most. The hostellers are making not only just friends but the friends-to-be family for a lifetime.

At present, those hatred moments have become their best world of relishable memories, and those loved moments are their life now, which they want to cherish forever.

Sometimes, the past is the ultimate healer for some to exfoliate the bitterness of the present. That's why the hostellers long for their hostel life, an enigmatic life which can be understood only by those were lived in such life, still to be revived, where they unconsciously found themselves creating endless memories to relieve themselves from the hustle and bustle of the dilapidated future.

By Aswini Sivadasan