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All of us had to move away from home at one point of time in our lives. That may have been the first boarding school for some, or college, or a new country, or a job. At whichever step it was, we were packed heavy with lunch for the journey and snacks for a month with someone with tearful eyes at the departure point. For me that was back in July of 2011 when I just was over with school and was admitted to a college far from home.
It all started with the joyous May of 2011 when the results of our last step of school life came. I secured a decent enough percentage to get myself into a good college, atleast according to previous year's cutoff. All was very happy when that dreadful week of June came and took away all the joy. The cutoffs were touching skies and I could do nothing but watch from the ground under. But that week ended too. It ended with me being enrolled in a college of national repute and a cultural background. It was Zakir Husain Delhi College of the University of Delhi. I was about to turn the page to a very new chapter of my life.
The chapter was appropriately titled by some as "Independence". But what not many know is that independence is, as my father puts it, harder to swallow than its contrary. So began the preparations of my leaving. We bought washing soaps and bathing soaps, shampoo sachets and ketchup sachets, hair oil and cream and all those small things which I would be needing. New clothes and new bags, new sheets and old books. Including everything big and small, I had one big backpack, one trolley bag and one college bag. My parents came to see me off the station and as I mentioned before, there were a couple of tearful eyes. Those were of my mother. She cried and even at a point came close to canceling everything. But my father, stern as always, handled everything and I was allowed to leave. Half the journey until I fell asleep, I kept thinking, "maybe it's a bad idea after all". But when I woke up, a new sun was calling me.
The new chapter had so many new subheadings. A new room which I had to share with a total stranger. Waking up early in the morning by myself. It was really hard for me. Cleaning the bathroom every second month. The new college, new teachers and new friends with newer ways of teaching and newer ways of addressing. The teachers in school fed everything with a spoon but in college, let's just say I learnt eating with my own hands. I took everything very sportingly. Be it catching the morning bus on learning ways to save money, or making sandwiches on Sunday afternoons to avoid lunch, or hustling with the tiffin lady for the quality of food.
I developed in whole. I stumbled on small rocks and big and learned when to walk or when to sprint. I learned too much talking can cause damage. I developed ideologies and saw bigger picture of various things. I made new relations. So if in the school I was educated, I learned things way more important in this life.
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All of us had to move away from home at one point of time in our lives. That may have been the first boarding school for some, or college, or a new country, or a job. At whichever step it was, we were packed heavy with lunch for the journey and snacks for a month with someone with tearful eyes at the departure point. For me that was back in July of 2011 when I just was over with school and was admitted to a college far from home.
It all started with the joyous May of 2011 when the results of our last step of school life came. I secured a decent enough percentage to get myself into a good college, atleast according to previous year's cutoff. All was very happy when that dreadful week of June came and took away all the joy. The cutoffs were touching skies and I could do nothing but watch from the ground under. But that week ended too. It ended with me being enrolled in a college of national repute and a cultural background. It was Zakir Husain Delhi College of the University of Delhi. I was about to turn the page to a very new chapter of my life.
The chapter was appropriately titled by some as "Independence". But what not many know is that independence is, as my father puts it, harder to swallow than its contrary. So began the preparations of my leaving. We bought washing soaps and bathing soaps, shampoo sachets and ketchup sachets, hair oil and cream and all those small things which I would be needing. New clothes and new bags, new sheets and old books. Including everything big and small, I had one big backpack, one trolley bag and one college bag. My parents came to see me off the station and as I mentioned before, there were a couple of tearful eyes. Those were of my mother. She cried and even at a point came close to canceling everything. But my father, stern as always, handled everything and I was allowed to leave. Half the journey until I fell asleep, I kept thinking, "maybe it's a bad idea after all". But when I woke up, a new sun was calling me.
The new chapter had so many new subheadings. A new room which I had to share with a total stranger. Waking up early in the morning by myself. It was really hard for me. Cleaning the bathroom every second month. The new college, new teachers and new friends with newer ways of teaching and newer ways of addressing. The teachers in school fed everything with a spoon but in college, let's just say I learnt eating with my own hands. I took everything very sportingly. Be it catching the morning bus on learning ways to save money, or making sandwiches on Sunday afternoons to avoid lunch, or hustling with the tiffin lady for the quality of food.
I developed in whole. I stumbled on small rocks and big and learned when to walk or when to sprint. I learned too much talking can cause damage. I developed ideologies and saw bigger picture of various things. I made new relations. So if in the school I was educated, I learned things way more important in this life.
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And you we're the star of the colg.. :)
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