Hostellers

We wake up every morning, contemplate bunking the first hour, remember that we don’t have attendance, and use every ounce of willpower left in us to open our eyes. On those few lucky days, we swallow down breakfast. We bathe in ice cold water during winter, and survive without an AC during summer. We all have a backup job option- a dhobi. Roll call is our priority, and putting up with merciless wardens is our necessity. Our diet is 80% maggi, and laptops are our lifelines.

 We are the people who learn life lessons that will not be a part of any curriculum. We are survivors, who have limited their entire life to a bed and a shelf. We are the ones who can make the best out of nothing. We manage budgets, we cook food, we travel great distances alone. We don’t make friends, we make family. We realize how strong we are, and we realize how precious our parents are. We are the ones who have seen the worst, and made it through with flying colours. We have two homes instead of one, and we always miss one home when in the other.

Yes, we are the hostellers, and we are damn proud to be so.