Can somebody empathise with me?
------------------- A Hostel Room----------------------------
They come, they live, they make their destiny and leave. What is left is the memories of those days? Euphoria, depression, ecstasy, agony, hatred and conspiracy I have seen them all. I have been witness to the ups and downs of their life.
A new occupant comes with his aspirations, dreams and fantasies. He cleans me up as I am going to be his abode for an year. Some of them put up nice posters of their favouriterock stars, players, actors, and actresses. Some put up deities’ posters and idols. Thus each one sets the mood of the place as per his wish.
Now begins the ordeal of new session. Some of them are followers of early to bed and early to rise, whereas there are few who are nocturnal. Some of them are “ I don’t care” type. . Life goes on suddenly the inmate starts getting books, notes then I know that exams are nearing.
He is getting ready very meticulously most probably going to meet his girlfriend.Today is his birthday, his friends are celebrating it with cake, cold drinks, wafers etc, each year I am witness to this.
All friends are assembling to go out most probably exams got over. He was fighting with his friends over the issue of basketball match played today.
Suddenly he was very depressed today, his girlfriend ditched him as he told his friend. He was cleaning today because the warden is on hostel checking round.
Now I see a lot of snaps being taken in and around. The session is coming to an end. The fellow hostel mates are taking the snaps together. Its time to bid adieu to the hostel. One fine morning he starts packing his stuff, rips off the posters from the walls, collects his baggage.
He is nostalgic today, he has spent one full year here .He has both sweet and bitter memories of this room .He leaves the room dirty for the new inmate to clean and make the place livable as per his taste.
Every year someone lives and makes memories for himself, but I had been witness to memories of all the inmates who have lived here, their mood swings, their highs and lows. I am nostalgic about each inmate who has lived here, each was unique in his own way. I am so full of memories that I want to share them with someone. Can u help?
They come, they live, they make their destiny and leave. What is left is the memories of those days? Euphoria, depression, ecstasy, agony, hatred and conspiracy I have seen them all. I have been witness to the ups and downs of their life.
A new occupant comes with his aspirations, dreams and fantasies. He cleans me up as I am going to be his abode for an year. Some of them put up nice posters of their favouriterock stars, players, actors, and actresses. Some put up deities’ posters and idols. Thus each one sets the mood of the place as per his wish.
Now begins the ordeal of new session. Some of them are followers of early to bed and early to rise, whereas there are few who are nocturnal. Some of them are “ I don’t care” type. . Life goes on suddenly the inmate starts getting books, notes then I know that exams are nearing.
He is getting ready very meticulously most probably going to meet his girlfriend.Today is his birthday, his friends are celebrating it with cake, cold drinks, wafers etc, each year I am witness to this.
All friends are assembling to go out most probably exams got over. He was fighting with his friends over the issue of basketball match played today.
Suddenly he was very depressed today, his girlfriend ditched him as he told his friend. He was cleaning today because the warden is on hostel checking round.
Now I see a lot of snaps being taken in and around. The session is coming to an end. The fellow hostel mates are taking the snaps together. Its time to bid adieu to the hostel. One fine morning he starts packing his stuff, rips off the posters from the walls, collects his baggage.
He is nostalgic today, he has spent one full year here .He has both sweet and bitter memories of this room .He leaves the room dirty for the new inmate to clean and make the place livable as per his taste.
Every year someone lives and makes memories for himself, but I had been witness to memories of all the inmates who have lived here, their mood swings, their highs and lows. I am nostalgic about each inmate who has lived here, each was unique in his own way. I am so full of memories that I want to share them with someone. Can u help?
posted by sandeepmoonka at 11:58 AM
1 Comments:
I never thought of my room in that light..though i did a lot of stuff you described..another thing i was fond of was writing my thoughts on the walls..i know it sounds a little bizzare but i did scribble down the most profound ones.. i did it with a marker and liked looking at them day after day..they reminded me of certain things that were once important to me.. its an interesting perspective though
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