Sometimes it is very hard to get some things sink into your head.
Like the fact that I need not go back to hostel, and my mom need not pack snacks or thokkus for me and my friends anymore,I need not board the Cheran train in platform no.11, or get down in the morning and curse the auto and call taxi guys for charging triple the rate or the bus guys for dropping me in a place far away from hostel and that I have to walk all the way with my luggage. Or get a small nap as soon as I reach hostel and make up reasons like I didn't sleep in bus to bunk classes.
Never will I get a chance to sit in that mess table and while away all the time with the juniors and seniors and classmates by talking the same old things again and again. Never will we get to throw our plates out of anger, or get excited about the thakkali thokku, and the pickles during romali roti days, or smell the aroma of that coffee that pulls us back for another round.
Never will I get messages telling "Come to M-203" , "Don't bunk,you'll get caught with HOD" or will I get suspended for the various silly things, or will we get to stand near the water doctor after every single hour.
Never will we get a chance to go for a trip as a class and scream out of happiness or dance away to glory.Never can we go to the day scholar's house every other weekend for that home food.
Never will we get to sit in those conference halls or Q-angle and scream each time our classmates name was announced immaterial of whether it was of any importance or not.
Never will I get a chance to run away for dinner with the guys and get away with a lab slip.Never will I get to sit in the EDP and spend time, never will I get a chance to fight with selvarani or the dep warden.
Last day in the hostel I couldn't sleep, I wanted to cry miserably but I couldn't. When I packed my things and when the driver took off, I realised how much I belonged to this hostel, the things I have learnt here,the adversities I have faced here, the friends and the acquaintances I have made here. All I could do at that time was silently cry when I saw " PSG HOSTELS - HOME AWAY FROM HOME" , indeed it was and I for the first time after so many years agree to it!!A week has passed and I'm still not able to believe after these holidays I need not go back there and I need to start a new life all over again!!
Like the fact that I need not go back to hostel, and my mom need not pack snacks or thokkus for me and my friends anymore,I need not board the Cheran train in platform no.11, or get down in the morning and curse the auto and call taxi guys for charging triple the rate or the bus guys for dropping me in a place far away from hostel and that I have to walk all the way with my luggage. Or get a small nap as soon as I reach hostel and make up reasons like I didn't sleep in bus to bunk classes.
Never will I get a chance to sit in that mess table and while away all the time with the juniors and seniors and classmates by talking the same old things again and again. Never will we get to throw our plates out of anger, or get excited about the thakkali thokku, and the pickles during romali roti days, or smell the aroma of that coffee that pulls us back for another round.
Never will I get messages telling "Come to M-203" , "Don't bunk,you'll get caught with HOD" or will I get suspended for the various silly things, or will we get to stand near the water doctor after every single hour.
Never will we get a chance to go for a trip as a class and scream out of happiness or dance away to glory.Never can we go to the day scholar's house every other weekend for that home food.
Never will we get to sit in those conference halls or Q-angle and scream each time our classmates name was announced immaterial of whether it was of any importance or not.
Never will I get a chance to run away for dinner with the guys and get away with a lab slip.Never will I get to sit in the EDP and spend time, never will I get a chance to fight with selvarani or the dep warden.
Last day in the hostel I couldn't sleep, I wanted to cry miserably but I couldn't. When I packed my things and when the driver took off, I realised how much I belonged to this hostel, the things I have learnt here,the adversities I have faced here, the friends and the acquaintances I have made here. All I could do at that time was silently cry when I saw " PSG HOSTELS - HOME AWAY FROM HOME" , indeed it was and I for the first time after so many years agree to it!!A week has passed and I'm still not able to believe after these holidays I need not go back there and I need to start a new life all over again!!
aaahhhhhhh Sudhaa... It so accidently happened that i read thru this noww.... :| :| Just brought all 5 years right infront of my eyes sudhaaa :( :( :'( miss our class :(
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