Mess life mess story.................
" I never thought that I will come for a course which will take me away from my home sweet home...Before coming here for study in a home University it was like a nightmare for me. .Home means a lot of care, yummy foods & freedom... But when your life takes a turn for new place,new people everything change with that. New place, new people but old me in a new way.. like" old wine in a new bottle". Yeah! mess life is exciting, funny when you have crazy room mates who are like you too, but when it's not then it's a matter to think about... Late night study ( we assume it as study but it's not), coffee craze, & yes a bit bitching... No one can decline that if any one has over come that period in his/her life..."she started with it.
So here starts a story of a girl who is from Kolkata & came to Hyderabad for her MBA.She was her daddy's girl. Everything was going well with her according to her but in reality it was not.. She was there in Hydrabad but her mind were somewhere else in Kolkata; with her old memories,family, her father ,college & school buddies.. Mess life for her was like the bitterest medicine that one never want to have. She was drinking it every seconds. One day when she was crying over phone, telling that she wanted to go back. Her mother suggested her to think & give herself a chance to settle in this place.
That day, yes I gave myself a chance. I mixed up with few people & those people were my roommates. After that with their company I started enjoying my freedom out of home, out of any restriction (may not be). I started enjoying mess life fun,Starting with late night chats to having cigarette ,boozing, weed everything was there in my list. I stared taking those rapidly in a day. I every time used to be with them & enjoying their weed, drugs,alcohol addiction rather than attending my classes .. I forget about my family, I stopped receiving their calls, attending lectures. Whenever my holidays were near I started thinking what would I do without alcohol,weed & cigarette in my home. i lost all the excitements when ever holidays come my mind, my hometown, my house exist like a imprisonment to me. I was there for study but addiction took me in a different world where only amazement of few seconds exists nothing more than that. Addiction took everything from me. Healthy life, my known world, & few precious years & most importantly my dad...(an ex-army man who had an heart attack after she was suspended from her University).But.... (deep breathe)...isn't it? if that day I would have left that place, that messy mess life might not have come in her life as a bitter chapter..." she said with a long pause..........now she was in a rehabilitation center telling her stories to those who want go back to their past healthy life.
" I never thought that I will come for a course which will take me away from my home sweet home...Before coming here for study in a home University it was like a nightmare for me. .Home means a lot of care, yummy foods & freedom... But when your life takes a turn for new place,new people everything change with that. New place, new people but old me in a new way.. like" old wine in a new bottle". Yeah! mess life is exciting, funny when you have crazy room mates who are like you too, but when it's not then it's a matter to think about... Late night study ( we assume it as study but it's not), coffee craze, & yes a bit bitching... No one can decline that if any one has over come that period in his/her life..."she started with it.
So here starts a story of a girl who is from Kolkata & came to Hyderabad for her MBA.She was her daddy's girl. Everything was going well with her according to her but in reality it was not.. She was there in Hydrabad but her mind were somewhere else in Kolkata; with her old memories,family, her father ,college & school buddies.. Mess life for her was like the bitterest medicine that one never want to have. She was drinking it every seconds. One day when she was crying over phone, telling that she wanted to go back. Her mother suggested her to think & give herself a chance to settle in this place.
That day, yes I gave myself a chance. I mixed up with few people & those people were my roommates. After that with their company I started enjoying my freedom out of home, out of any restriction (may not be). I started enjoying mess life fun,Starting with late night chats to having cigarette ,boozing, weed everything was there in my list. I stared taking those rapidly in a day. I every time used to be with them & enjoying their weed, drugs,alcohol addiction rather than attending my classes .. I forget about my family, I stopped receiving their calls, attending lectures. Whenever my holidays were near I started thinking what would I do without alcohol,weed & cigarette in my home. i lost all the excitements when ever holidays come my mind, my hometown, my house exist like a imprisonment to me. I was there for study but addiction took me in a different world where only amazement of few seconds exists nothing more than that. Addiction took everything from me. Healthy life, my known world, & few precious years & most importantly my dad...(an ex-army man who had an heart attack after she was suspended from her University).But.... (deep breathe)...isn't it? if that day I would have left that place, that messy mess life might not have come in her life as a bitter chapter..." she said with a long pause..........now she was in a rehabilitation center telling her stories to those who want go back to their past healthy life.
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