MY LIFE IN A JAIL OF HONOUR

                                                                                                      

     May 9 , 2014....

                

                        the day which changed my life

                        the day which made my attractive smile outdated

                        the day when I cried knowingly after birth

                        the day when I entered into an ego competition

                        the day which separated me from affectionate relations....... 

         

              It was a rainy day and i was totally engaged in completing my works , getting prepared for hostel life . I was consoling myself how to live without parents and friends. Suddenly rain along with thundering storms started. That was the nature's first sign of warning to me "Surya, don't go to the hostel leaving your parents".As the frequency of nature's call didn't match with the intensity of hopes of parents, I was the sufferer. As i stepped out of my house heavy rain with fierce wind started and it was the nature's second sign of warning. But, I violating the warnings entered the bus. This time nature gave a third sign of warning blocking the way with the help of fog. But as the bus driver's won't stop for any sort of warnings ,the bus moved . As i leaned on the window I had seen some of the school children crossing the road and switched into my school days...........

                                             

                          Millions of hopes among parents....

                          Lack of mother's love......                                               

                          Many sleepless nights....

                          Routine and rotten food....

                          Unable to produce fruitful results.....

                          Facing new people with different mind sets, mentalities and characters.......

                  

              As the days passed, I couldn't even concentrate on my studies and started crying during the night's. A huge sigh of relief to hostlers as the college announced Dussehra holidays. I started flying towards Vizianagaram with enormous happiness but seven days holidays ended just like seven seconds.

              

                                                                            HUD-HUD CYCLONE

       There came........

                                 

                the day which taught me life.......

                the day which taught me how to brush with a handful of water......

                the day which taught me how to persist even in drastic conditions....
                the day which taught me unity in diversity.....

                the day which taught me happiness doesn't lie in money.......

                the day which taught me the real essence of hostel life.......

                                                  

                  

               Many of my friend's were injured, hostel's infrastructure was totally damaged, hostel rooms seemed to be small ponds, no food, no water for two long-lasting days. Till then everyone in the hostel used to concentrate only on studies and no one used to talk or wish each other. Simply we can address them as the learning robots. But this cyclone not only whipped off the trees but also the ego's and fear in us and from that day the real enjoyment started. Brightening faces and hidden talents came out on that day. Though there was no food available everyone filled their stomach's will joy and laughter.We took up many revolutions in the hostel against milk, for home sick and to extend the holidays.

               In the second year everyone were totally habituated to late night birthday parties, late night movies, jumping walls and Sunday outings but no where we used to neglect studies. We used to maintain gangs, we used to quarrel but we used to compromise the next second. The days we spent in hostel were so amazing that we used to not move even if the college declare holidays.But there is a start there will be an end. In the same way our hostel life too came to an end.....

                                 the day when attractive smiles turned into breakup cries........

                                 the day when bright looks faded just like leaves in the autumn season......

                                 the day where loving hearts still got too much love to spare.......

                                 the day when excitement was filled with a feel of missing..... 

                                 the day when a combination of feelings unknowingly expressed.......

                                 the day when confusion was overwhelmed by sadness........

                                 the day when the friends who are our soul should be left............