How college and hostel shaped me?

It’s impossible to remain ungrateful when my college and hotel taught me so many important life lessons. From lessons on sustainability. I knew I was prepared for life.

The process of getting my college education was where the real learning happened.

– Me

College I learnt patience

Our professors were never on time.

I got me frustrated

Me In my first year

I bought books to read

Me in my second year

I came along with the professors to class.

Me in third year

Hostel I learnt survival

Before, I go ahead, let’s presume I don’t have an idea what running water and electricity meant to make the story more interesting

my room temperature matched up to the Sahara’s.

In my first year,

I was welcomed by unwanted guest such as the Bedbugs and occasionaly shared the bed with rats

In the second year

I was back to square one, living in a tin box,under the scorching sun.

in my third

During my stay, I learnt how to operate a washing machine, to learning to live under unfathomable heat.

Being uncomfortable prepared me for my first job living in the mountains.


The Mountains

Me: *nom nom* while stuffing a piece of cake in my mouth

Universe : She seems to be having a jolly good time *snaps finger* No water

Me : * has stuffed mouth* tells the universe, been there, done that, try something new.

Universe : * Snaps fingers* washing machine stops working

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My reaction

Me : that was mean

Universe: *Aha* now *snaps* lights off hmmm let’s say for a week

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My reaction

Me : ———– * fakes death* gets back on feet. Sings ” I will survive by Gloria.

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Don’t crib

Whatever you are going through, you should know it teaching you a lesson on something you dont know about yet. Take it in, suck it up cupcake.



  1. […] The mountains and I go way back. I love the painstaking effort of climbing mountains, catching your breath, hearing your heartbeat, listening to the sounds of nature, being in zero network connectivity. All of this fascinated me, for I was someone that lived in a concrete jungle in South Mumbai for three years in a Girls Hostel ( Not so glamorous once you read this). […]


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