Ok, so when there’s no one else to talk to, you gotta rely
on that pen and paper to peg down all your thoughts. I haven’t blogged in quite
a while now. For those of you wondering, no I didn’t just run away. I’ve joined
a one-year media course, and it’s pretty much taken over my whole life. I won’t
say that I regret making this decision, but I won’t say it’s been a cake walk.
For
the first time, I’m living away from my parents, and that too in an Indian
city, ALL BY MYSELF. Yes, I like saying that over and over again, because it
gives me this sense of independence and responsibility. I can’t say that I’ve
become completely independent in these past two months. I still complain and
rant quite a bit with my hostelites, when I can’t get Mom on the phone.
Nevertheless, it’s been quite a ride…
I
always thought living in a college dorm would be such a cool experience.
Joining a hostel has been really fun. I’ve made some really great friends, who
understand me from every angle (THANK GOD). My roomie is a sweetheart, always
willing to listen to my rants, picking up after me whenever I’m too exhausted,
and the BEST HUGGER ever. It’s easy just climbing down one floor from the
hostel to my classes. The food is also pretty decent. Sounds like heaven,
right? Not exactly. There are curfews to adhere too, limitations when it comes
to going out, and learning to manage time. With washing clothes, washing
dishes, cleaning your own room, and the assignments of course, the work load
just keeps building on up.
The
first month was mentally and physically draining, because I had no idea how to
handle it all. I feel like I’ve gotten a bit better, but occasionally have my
outbursts. I can’t put the entire blame on the workload. Sometimes, I tend to
over-stress and over-react to things I really don’t need to. I’m learning to
LET GO sometimes. If teachers just won’t hear you out, just move on. If you
just can’t get yourself to get those assignments done, don’t beat yourself up.
If someone doesn’t get my point of view even after strenuous efforts to
convince, forget it. Life is going to be filled with that, and it’s up to me
how I handle it all.
In
these past two months, I’ve traveled for two hours, balancing my luggage
around, through the Bombay trains. I’ve pushed myself through sweaty crowds.
I’ve hounded around to find a celebrity to interview. I’ve tracked down a
mayor. I’ve registered myself to vote. I’m pretty proud of myself if you ask
me. And there’s only that much more to come…
When
Mommy and Daddy aren’t there to keep you steady, it’s all up to you. There’s
gonna be a whole lot of ups and downs in store for me. Today’s crazy day was
just a minor taste of it. I can’t let myself get carried away with the
negatives. I’m thankful to have three meals a day, a roof over my head, some
good people with me, and my loving and concerned parents ready to help out any
way they possibly can. Not to worry, Mom and Dad, I’m doing alright. I can make
it through the next eight months. It’s all going to be worth it, because at the
end of the day it’s about making the most of each and every experience. Just
wish me luck, guys!
