Being a hostelite I did experience that you have to really mould yourself according to the likes of people and that’s how its gonna work in here babe otherwise you are so out. I never ever gave a thought to living in a hostel. I never knew I had to leave my parents until I got admitted in a university and my father was taking me to my hostel. I think it was my introvert nature that made me loathe girls wearing heart around their sleeve or having nonchalant behavior. Who knew I was gonna be one of them precisely in making? 😛 See God is always there smiling looking up for you and trying to make you a better person. That’s exactly what happened to me .The moment I moved to hostel, deep side I knew my dreamy notions about my wants will take a u-turn and rot in hell whereas I have to adapt in here no matter what, because there ain’t any looking back besides I didn’t want to ignite my dad’s anger which is always ready to explode :p All these years here I learnt that I have to be flexible to survive in such an environment like I had to be okay with God knows everything like my roomies not shutting the light at night,or in the middle of night girls barging in our room and start muttering about their love lives. At times I had to regain my composure reminding myself I am going to be here for next four years .I fathomed my malice with my conscious acting as my mentor and helping me differ between home and hostel.Obviously I had to give up my highness ways and act as a grown up. I started neglecting the petty issues like “Dude! it’s your turn to clean the room,  Can you please just go and wash the dishes? , or Can you low down the volume of songs ,they are pounding my earlobes?.Though I still am a neat freak but I started making no big deal out of it.I think it will create a mess out of a mole hill when I would start narrating them their tasks,.They all are old and wise enough to do ,so what  if they are lethargic . I realized I have made friends out of these people here who adore ,love and listen to me when I act like a weather friend.I can’t lose them because they aren’t exactly what I expect them to be like.They all are different people with big generous heart who have welcomed me with open arms and help me live a life absolutely ridiculous then absolutely boring :P.My blithering won’t help because a person’s nature never change .They ll remain the same no matter how much you try to hover their brain. But I can try to create a peaceful environment neglecting these odds .And its not that everybody is perfect in their own little world.We all have flaws and if not being a squeaky clean is in their blood then be it.  By the by they are compassionate and caring when I need them that’s all that matters for me because emotional  and moral support is what a friend seeks from another.And that’s how exactly I changed by adapting and learning to be tolerant and patient.Where as God is there and He will never ever deprive us all ❤

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19 thoughts on “And that’s how I changed for good!

  1. Very nice izza, hostel years were the best time of my life. Teaches you to adapt to your environment , handle situations and deal with all kinds of people. I’ve also made very good friends like yourself and the rest of our gang. Keep up the good work. ☺👌👏

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  2. hey Izza!!! beautiful writing :-)…
    n ya hostel teaches us A LOT!!! in real sense a lot. courage, patience, independence… n most of all how to be yourself in that independence n not become an imposter!!!
    keep it up dude!!!

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