Emmm it’s been 6years now that i am away from home and with the passage of time i have just become so used to staying outside. i go home once in an year.the reason being either i have lesser no. of holidays or there's no direct flight to ma place and by train it takes some 4-5 days.
initially when i left home and came out for studies i used to terribly miss home but gradually i just got so used to staying in the hostel that during vacations when i used to go home i used to count days that when I am going to be back to hostel. For the first 2-3 days when u reach home, u feel really great as you are given the VIP treatment. Everything you desire to eat is cooked, whatever you want to do you can do freely but after 2-3 days it becomes scary. Your bad habits are just not accepted and that VIP treatment vanishes and you start counting the days when you can get back to your normal life of getting up late, watching movies late night. and the list goes on.
well the cycle continues.u come back to hostel and then hostel appears sickening.you feel like going back home.u miss the home made food, the care, those scolding’s. in short everything.
Emmm but miss home the most when you are not keeping well. Well i don't deny the fact that friends do not care. in fact they take care of you in the best possible manner but then u still miss home.miss mom.the motherly touch that you used 2 get when u used to fall ill.the care.the concern.say u need water and it will be in your hands.you wake up at night and make a sound and mom and dad would come running to you asking if u are fine and need anything.
when the mess food is bad you miss home.you want to go back home and eat good food. when you want to shop and your pocket money gets over you wish you were at home and ask mom and dad to get it for you.
so materialistic though.but then u really miss home at times.
initially when i left home and came out for studies i used to terribly miss home but gradually i just got so used to staying in the hostel that during vacations when i used to go home i used to count days that when I am going to be back to hostel. For the first 2-3 days when u reach home, u feel really great as you are given the VIP treatment. Everything you desire to eat is cooked, whatever you want to do you can do freely but after 2-3 days it becomes scary. Your bad habits are just not accepted and that VIP treatment vanishes and you start counting the days when you can get back to your normal life of getting up late, watching movies late night. and the list goes on.
well the cycle continues.u come back to hostel and then hostel appears sickening.you feel like going back home.u miss the home made food, the care, those scolding’s. in short everything.
Emmm but miss home the most when you are not keeping well. Well i don't deny the fact that friends do not care. in fact they take care of you in the best possible manner but then u still miss home.miss mom.the motherly touch that you used 2 get when u used to fall ill.the care.the concern.say u need water and it will be in your hands.you wake up at night and make a sound and mom and dad would come running to you asking if u are fine and need anything.
when the mess food is bad you miss home.you want to go back home and eat good food. when you want to shop and your pocket money gets over you wish you were at home and ask mom and dad to get it for you.
so materialistic though.but then u really miss home at times.
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Mads said...
i loved this post..its perfect n better than ur previous post..same thing wid me..i miss home when im at hostel and i miss hostel at home..but i enjoy each day of my hostel life..late nite chatting..music jor se..the masti..etc..wont ever come back
my parents too shout at me for being an insomniac now :P
be more regular at posting!! :D
happy blogging :)
Unknown said...
Agreed..ossum post!!! touched immensely!
Neha Singh said...
@Mads- thanx a lot mads...looking forward for more comments to improve my blog..:)
MJ said...
very true..I went to college in another city just for the sake of getting out of home..though it helped me in many ways it also made me realize how good my home was..... We realize the worth of something only when we lose it..aint it funny?
Nidz said...
aww some1 is home sick. i too used to feel tht times whn i was in hostel. yes i agree whn u nt well u miss home the most. i still miss my home bed. my room.
my mom hates whn i wake up late but i cant help it.
nw i m with family and i miss being away from family. weird but so true.
Gunjan said...
So true!I loved the VIP treatment that you get when you are visiting home,but then I'd start missing the hostel.Back in hostel,I was reminded of the comforts of home.Phew.
I am back home finally and miss my hostel room immensely.What aworld it was in that 8x10 feet!
Neha Singh said...
@ moon's muse- very true sweets.. this is the way life is..u don't realize the value of the thing you have until and unless you loose it or are seperated from it......... :)