A comparative analysis

After reading the title plz dont assume that i am going to compare the economic crisis in US and India,Who is the best Roger or Rafa,Whish story
captivated us "The pursuit of happiness" or "Last lecture".I dont have the hi-fi brain to analyze and submit a report on the above topics,but if you ask me
to compare hostel and home i can do it very well...
I had never been in hostel till my college...After joining into work with no other option i opted to stay in hostel...I always make a
comparative analysis between my home and hostel...So Here i would like to exclusively present my so called analysis report...
A typical day at home always begins with devotional songs...Thanks to Patti,appa and amma who not only indulge themselves with the spirituality
but also make others to get out of their bed,yeah how can you sleep when the volume of the TV dominates the entire house,but it never bothers my sleep,its a
lullaby...A voice from somewhere "Hey getup,itz 6.30am"...6.30AM???!!!!!my god it's actually very early to get up na ...After lotta arguments with my
dad(that someone's voice was my dad's) i will get additional 5 minutes(Yeah precious 5 minutes)...Oops with no other option i will get out from my bed...If you ask me "what accordng to you is bliss or solace" definitely i would say my mother's filter coffee,chance se yilla...Filter coffee and Hindu paper is no par to anything in this world,and i definitely enjoy this...While at home i never miss anything
tiffin,brunch,lunch,dinner,snack...The only thing which i do perfectly is i keep on munch something...Hot and spicy Idli,sambar my god i am drooling over it
would be served,on the other hand in hostel after zillion times of pressing the snooze button without any other option i get out from my bed and the first
thing that splashes my mind when i get out is "Run and rush,see whether the bathroom is free to take a bath".....Coffee actually its not coffee it is mixture
of 80% water,10%milk and 10% decoction,i never dare to drink it...I skip my breakfast because i dont have the guts to eat the elastic,stone like hardened
idli....When at home if i skip the breakfast my mother will plead me to eat ..phew i miss it.
I really miss my home,my parents my house,my naughty things,on the other hand hostel has taught me a lot.It taught me how to adjust
with others...Those gala hours with friends always stay green in my mind...Finally Hostel life brings some sort of pleasure and home bring another sort of
pleasure...