Banasthali @ 1st year

The first year proved to be very difficult and yet very memorable. I changed from a person who had absolutely no identity to make my own way in a society so very different from where I had existed before
I made new friends , as an individual I started growing getting to know my own strengths and weakness ,apart from studies which were interesting the hostel life was enthralling . I will always remember my mom’s words hostel life teaches you more about yourself in a short span of time rather than whole life
And now I fully concur with her views.

When you live in a restricted space with 4 other people very few things are left personal and private . in banasthali the only source of entertainment was either talking among ourselves or the library , there was no tv , no recreation centre nothing. I had books to read and the library was huge but until my second year I didn’t spend a lot of time in library . my first year is marked by fights I had , I am not a violent person , actually more likely to be peace loving who wants to spend life in harmony with one and all , but then I discovered that I had huge ego , and well having ego causes you to get into meaning less spats and so did I and mostly with Veni who was my first friend. Our fights were legendary mainly because Veni was a person with extremes tempers , she was either the sweetest or the sourest or the angriest , never did she do things in moderations but that doesn’t mean that I was any less to blame for our fights .i was stubborn and thought that my way was the right way. Clashes between us lead to many tears and remonstrations but we always made up
He first year Is also marked by my ability to do things which I never believed I could , I was growing confident and I was participating politics , yep the inter politics between rooms and roommates
Since we all had communal bathrooms(yeah 10 people shared one bathroom –its urgh but quite common )there was always a fight going on who will use the bathroom first, these politics took comic turns when we used to get up in middle of the night at around 3 am just to keep out bucket in the bathroom to mark our places in the queue.the first year also marked my friendship with Shreya , she was my school friend whom I had lost touch and yet we met again and rekindled the friendship, she is still one of my best friends and I’ll say just one thing that it was her commonsense and her being with me which made my days of banasthali sweeter than ever. Shreya had you been not there I would have nowhere to go when i felt lost and alone , and I just like to say that I’ll trust you blindly with my life
I met many people like Richa , Swati , Savita , Savita (they were two of them) Sunita , Shuchita Garima Ankita Singh,Shulagna , Priyanka
These people came to my life and changed it forever , they taught me about friend ships. I specially admired Ankita Singh who became a very good friend whom I’ll always look upto as one of the most dedicated people ever , then Shulagna with whom I can talk for hours about the books we read and enjoyed, Richa a sweet little girl , so short so puny but as brave as a lioness.
I learnt how to use money and what importance it holds, I learnt what being alone meant even when you are surrounded by well meaning friends , what being scared frightened means in real sense .i spent many hours alone on the terrace of my hostel watching the sky which was filled with stars . I have never till then and since then seen a sky so lighted up with stars shining so brightly. In retrospect I think all the things which existed in banasthali had a different ,meaning of their own in the midst of a desert
I also started a new relationship with God , earlier at home I was only pleading with him but in bansthali I started talking to him as friend . I had been in the process of recording my thoughts in diary and in banasthali it became almost naught because I had so many trustworthy friends .

There are many incidents which are worth mentioning in my first year, the time when we saw UFO’s , the time of violent inter room politics, the journey between love hatred and betrayal among two friends
The journeys which we took too and fro from banasthali which were an adventure in itself.
These and lots more .....