Have you ever experienced life in a hostel or do you ever wish to do so? If the answer is yes, I’m sure you’ll understand what’s coming next and if it’s no, you’ll anyway read to find out more about it. 😛
I’ll tell you what I think about it.
Hostel life is like a train journey, and your roommates are like the travellers with you in your compartment. It all depends on your luck. If you get them good, your journey will turn out to be a memorable one, else, you would just become a walking clock/calendar, waiting to get rid of them (I was very lucky ❤ ).
It’s like three people (depending how many people share a room), coming from a whole different background, different upbringing, having different personalities and different age at times, are put together to share a room. The interesting part comes when you get to know each other.
Roommates can be as different as chalk and cheese or as similar as being sisters/brothers from another mother. They can be as messy as a pigsty, as smelly as dirty socks or as neat freak as someone suffering from OCD. You can either be like salt and pepper, always spotted together wherever you go or you can either be like fruit and yoghurt, a bad combo. 😛
– From being partners in crime to getting punishments for breaking a rule,
– From bitching about the same person at midnight to being a shoulder to cry on after a fight with your bf/gf,
– From sneaking in miniatures for the weekend pyjama party to putting proxies for you in the lectures,
– From cooking Maggi in the kettle or making omelette on the iron to making prank calls to random guys/girls at night,
– From checking out guys/girls wherever you go to stalking hot guys/girls online,
– From being a pain in the ass for the warden to getting fake leave letters just to enjoy the weekend out of the hostel, and
– From sharing clothes to sharing beds, they progress from being mere strangers to become your survival kit. ❤
There are definitely fights, quarrels and debates over the smallest things, but as soon as you realise that you can’t keep the gossip in your stomach anymore, you end up talking again. XD
There are times when you have another common friend who isn’t your roommate but your “Half-roommate” 😛 . So the routine of getting her/him to sneak into your room at night, gossiping, making enough space to sleep by joining the single beds in your room and helping her/him to safely exit your room in the morning before the security comes for a round, is something worth taking the risks, isn’t it roomies? 😉
The whole journey turns out to be a roller coaster ride. The tougher part is to bid farewell to them (been there, done that), but the toughest and most important one is to share the same bond even after parting ways. That is what matters the most. It’s like, you are busy in your own lives but whenever you talk, it’s as if it was just yesterday when you guys had last talked. There isn’t any detail that you miss out from each other’s lives. You lose the track of time, as minutes slip into hours of endless gossip.
That is the kind of bond to be valued and cherished throughout your lives. I think everyone should experience staying in a hostel, at least once in their entire life. But again, it depends whether your experience turns out to be a blockbuster or a flop show. 😛
Thanks my ex-roomie for asking me to write on this topic. I miss you both. XOXO ❤