UNPARALLELED BONDS

My hostel

Well I really had too much things to write about and everyday I would put it off until tomorrow. But now I just pushed myself to write about literally everything going on.

I didn't like the campus much. But the people surrounding me are such a blessing from the heaven.
I despise the course of B.Arch that I'm doing. Ability to draw and sketch does not imply that architecture would be my thing. I chose this field because I didn't want to drop. I would get panic attracts in the name of drop. A sudden pressure on my chest telling me what if I take drop and didn't clear JEE next year.
Sometimes I feel about despising the idea of taking drop too but the gratitude I feel towards God for surrounding me with such compassionate and loving personalities is incomparable.

At my home I was like... Oh God I would have to share my room with another girl. And here my room is a seven sitter room.
All of my roomates, three from Rajasthan, one from Punjab, and Una and Mandi too are incredible. The fun we do, the hilarious jokes we crack on each other, and the funny fights, it hasn't been a month here since I've come but feels so home here. Everytime my knee hurts, one of the roomate will shout from the other side, " You gotta take disprin ".
Everyone laughs loudly while my brain still processing what she meant. ( As my brain may be located in the knees ).

They are from branches like mechanical, civil, electronics, CSE...
And I, the only artist, with somewhat busy schedule of classes from 9-5.
First day I got dead on my feet. We have to move from hostel to department, then again in the lunch back to hostel mess. Almost 4 rounds. And it's so hectic.
With time I got used to it.

And with time I got to know some Archi students of my class.
And here comes my better half... Mannat. She's a pretty, gorgeous, modish, cute, loving and most importantly my better half, that's what she would call me.
I got the seat at some last benches and she sat just behind me in the studio where desks of enormous size are kept.
She would call my name in a voice as lowest as audible to my ear. And everytime I would turn, she, beaming with a charming smile and bright eyes, would tell me that I didn't send her snap on the snapchat. I would giggle with a promising nod.

Another one personality, was Anshika, Harshita's roomate. Like her, extrovert, caring and jovial. Since she knew about me from Harshita and my introvertness, she is on a mission to change me and make out a new Omega at the end of the 5 years. Always giving me tasks to face the problems I hesitate to ask in the class. When I achieve it and come back to her with a happy beaming face, she would always ask these questions in a row, "Did anyone kill you? Did anyone eat you? Did anyone slap you? Did anyone bla bla
I would laugh at myself and answer with a satisfaction, " No one did! ".

I get to meet Harshita too, I'm in the ground floor and she, the first floor, everytime I feel tired and painful, I think about her.

Well there's a term called RD. So RD is the senior having the same roll no. as you. So there are corresponding 2nd, 3rd, final and super final RDs.
I met them and they are so nice. But as I inquired about this B.Arch field, every other senior said that it's all your time management otherwise no sleep, only sheets and it's a lot hectic if you don't have any interest.
Well, honestly I never had interest. I just didn't want to take a drop. And now even if I feel it should be better to drop an year, I don't regret not doing so. Because the people I met. The friends I made are just as according to my comfort zone.

But as weeks passes by different feelings of doubt emerged. Do I really wanted to draw bricks and buildings, plans and maps and do this for the rest of my life, studying how humans life and all this worldly things.
Nahhh!!!
I was perhaps in the wrong place.