15th of June 2013.. yes this was the day when i started in my new boarding school the alien place (as i used to call it) "D.P.S. BHILAI". I was admitted in class 11th in the school.However I joined hostel a day late because of the delay in completion of hostel norms. As soon as i entered the place I saw few girls peeping from the door to have my look "the new girl of SG6".Till that time i was known by my parents' name as in " she is d daughter of so and so " but i guess that was the first time when warden ma'am asked dad " are you Apurva's father" that i realized now my parents will be known by my name over here and that "Things change over time".
The first impression of that place wasn't a very good one . I believe in supernaturals and the aura of that place when i entered wasn't a very good one-may be it was because that was what i was thinking or because of the warden's rough tone or whatever it was....all i was feeling at that time was "I shouldn't have come to this place".All those moments and memories spent in my previous school with my friends , teachers, parents, family were coming to me as a flashback.I was all mute at that time.
I was left in hostel and my parents went back to their hotel. I went to my room and managed my stuff in the almirah. I was kinda prepared to live in a hostel because i knew that after completion of class 10th I was to leave my home but in such a hostel where no phones are allowed that was something unexpected.Despite of my mental preparation i had a hard time sleep that night..my first night in hostel!
The next day was a tough day altogether. First of all the assembly which i considered not less than a crowd was extremely tiring not because it was long or something because the place was suffocating. At that time i got to know what a "crowd" really means.My parents came to meet me in school that day and i had a hard time control my tears and emotions infront of them. It was my persistence that i was admitted in this school and at that time i wanted to ask my parents to take me away from that place. Seeing me crying mumma too had a hard time struggle with her tears and my father was in dilemma.. "whom should i ask to stop crying first".
Then in the evening we got PHONE... to talk to our homes. Although it was Tuesday i.e not the phone day (we were given phone only on Saturday and Sunday or on b'day of closest relatives) but we got phone because everyone of our batch were continually shredding tears and warden ma'am was having a hard time control 22 of us together. ;) Everyone cried that day..everyone!
The first impression of that place wasn't a very good one . I believe in supernaturals and the aura of that place when i entered wasn't a very good one-may be it was because that was what i was thinking or because of the warden's rough tone or whatever it was....all i was feeling at that time was "I shouldn't have come to this place".All those moments and memories spent in my previous school with my friends , teachers, parents, family were coming to me as a flashback.I was all mute at that time.
I was left in hostel and my parents went back to their hotel. I went to my room and managed my stuff in the almirah. I was kinda prepared to live in a hostel because i knew that after completion of class 10th I was to leave my home but in such a hostel where no phones are allowed that was something unexpected.Despite of my mental preparation i had a hard time sleep that night..my first night in hostel!
The next day was a tough day altogether. First of all the assembly which i considered not less than a crowd was extremely tiring not because it was long or something because the place was suffocating. At that time i got to know what a "crowd" really means.My parents came to meet me in school that day and i had a hard time control my tears and emotions infront of them. It was my persistence that i was admitted in this school and at that time i wanted to ask my parents to take me away from that place. Seeing me crying mumma too had a hard time struggle with her tears and my father was in dilemma.. "whom should i ask to stop crying first".
Then in the evening we got PHONE... to talk to our homes. Although it was Tuesday i.e not the phone day (we were given phone only on Saturday and Sunday or on b'day of closest relatives) but we got phone because everyone of our batch were continually shredding tears and warden ma'am was having a hard time control 22 of us together. ;) Everyone cried that day..everyone!
Days kept passing and slowly I made friends and after that the "masti-fever" as we called it.. never seemed to come to an end. I had a very memorable time in this place be it the excitement of first time coming back home or preparations of farewell of our warden ma'am.... be it our seniors' farewell or be it the excitement of becoming the seniors of hostel.... be it the craze of joining coaching or the excitement of living in pg for the first time... be it the excitement of getting farewell (better to say wearing sarree ;) :P ) or the excitement of celebrating new year away from home for the first tym.....!
Undoubtedly i will always cherish those moments in my heart.I want to go back to that place... I want to live those moments again. I hope that all was possible but unfortunately it isn't.
I guess all hosteller oops.. sry "boarders" ;) of my batch will agree to this that we all again want to go back to that place .. the place we called hell.. we want to go back there once again.. live those moments again... tease each other again.... find out moments to pull each others leg again.. :')
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