A Sneak peek

Phew! Finally, I am here blogging after a really long time just to see how much my writing skills have deteriorated. Well, my life has taken a new turn. I'm embarking a new journey which promises me attractive outcomes but it's upto me how i make it to the destination. 

I never knew how homesick i was till i stepped into the hostel, spent a day alone in my bed and dined alone feeling like an alien amidst hundreds of new faces. I had felt completely lost. As if i was thrown out of my comfort zone and that bubble of security around me was just burst ruthlessly. i must have spent days weeping and wetting my pillowcase missing my mum-dad. And it couldn't get more embarrassing when my roommates had to come out of their comfort zones to calm me down. I had wished i could break out of the hostel but eventually the thought subsided and i ran out of reasons to cry. The sole reason being the amicable environment. I am greeted by tons of smiley faces everyday. You cannot really complain about the mess food. Though it's quite plain and simple but won't give you stomach aches or spoil your skin texture. Gradually, I realized why people call the hostel their second home.

I remember the ice-breaking sessions and the various intra-hostel competitions organized to bring out the best in us and how i would rush to take part in each of them and later the hostel freshers party. We had three freshers party(counts her fingers). Not one or two, THREE!! Hostel freshers, Departmental freshers and University freshers. What I love about the parties - Music, Food and Jam sessions. What i love even more is dressing up for the parties. When you actually put some effort to look the best of yourself in order to blow everyone's mind ;) This does not really sound like me but yes, the hostel life is exposing the girly side of me. But it would take you just a day or two to realize that I'm one of the girls who love to stay in their shabby hairstyles, play basketball or any other sport when free, put the nail polish of the weirdest color and love their tanned look. It's only the parties that bring out a transformation in me.

They say engineering is the toughest course to pursue. Well, it is true. With all the activities that i take part in, I'm finding it a little tough to cope up with the academics too. But I know i will find a way to make it to the top in studies as well :) I am so glad that I have taken up computer science or I would have had to break my head against a wall with the subjects like graphics and workshops. Workshop class demand extreme labor, only my classmate(girl) and I can tell you. Having a guy with you as a partner in workshop makes everything so much less painful. It's this class during which the song "If i were a boy" plays in my head incessantly. About graphics, it will mess up the stuff in your head and cripple your imagination capability. But i do appreciate our lecturers who keep up with our clumsiness and have infinite patience. But the classes do get boring at times when you do not have anyone asking silly doubts for the fact that the class is teeming with newtons and Einsteins. Now i know why people bunk classes in college. 

Oh yeah, it feels nice to blog again. I'll try to get back as soon as i can and update my blog. Till then, goodbye! Adieu :)

A Pretty Mess,