The Hostel Mirage: A Dream-Turned Nightmare

Many of us have dreamt of hostel life at least once. Thanks to social media and movies which have hyped the hostel life and shown it as some Utopia.

On my first day in the hostel, I was not very excited as the building was drab. I and other students went inside, signed some documents, and chose our roommates. So I knew two other students as we had the same contractor.

So we three decided that we would be the roommates, but that was the worst decision. So, we were promised all luxuries like attached washrooms, a kitchen, a playground, blah blah.

Guess what we were given a room that looked like a train sleeper class compartment! The washrooms were like hell. And forget the playground, there was just a street on which our hostel was situated, which in the darkness of night used to become a site of illegal activities for some goons.

But that’s not the worst part, you know you can adapt to your surroundings over time but the real problem in every hostler life is the ROOMMATES!!

So this was the first time I was going away from home and also I was going to a different country, so it was hard for me to process all this.

FYI, the course I am studying is MBBS by the pressure of my family( this part, I will cover in a different blog, so stay tuned ). My first night in the hostel was sleepless. Also, I am an introvert so it’s hard for me to form bonds with strangers quickly, unlike some other fellows. I felt out of place among strangers who seemed to have already formed their bonds. Calls to my mother became my lifeline, but I found myself downplaying my discomfort, not wanting to worry her. Day by day, the cheerful façade I had worn started to crack. Meals at the mess felt like a lonely ritual, and even the thought of stepping into the crowded common room filled me with anxiety. I watched from the sidelines as others laughed and thrived, wondering why I couldn’t fit in. The freedom I had once longed for now felt like a burden, and the independence I had dreamed of felt isolating.

After a week or so my roommate fought with me about some money issue and it was so depressing. I tried hard not to cry in front of my mother while I was on a video call with her, but she somehow understood every time that I was holding on to something.

I was getting more lonelier than ever. I began to withdraw into myself, his vibrant personality dimming with each passing day. The once-excited boy who left home with stars in his eyes was now a shadow of himself, grappling with a reality far from the dream he had built in his mind.

I started enjoying my own company. I watched movies, web series, etc.

After some time, I found out about an application called THE GENIUS WAVE. One of my school friends told me about this and asked me to try it out as it relaxes his brain and also improves his creativity. Later, I found out that these are some Theta brainwaves and I have to listen to the audio for just 7 minutes a day. It did magic on me. I was more calm after listening to these waves. If you want to try it out, you can check it out here:- https://realgeniuswave.com/DSvsl/?aff=Harsh4660&pid=vsl.

It became my daily routine, watching movies, listening to waves, and studying alone.

In the end, I just wanna say the hostel experience is not the same for everyone, so one should keep their expectations low.

Seeya!!!