I think I have mentioned this before about how I am living in a flat with roommates now since I have moved to Pune for my internship.
Let me tell you this… if you don’t get the right roommates your life can become hell because of these people.
I never wanted to share my room with anyone. Flat sharing is cool in a two bedroom flat. But 4 people living in 2 rooms was never something that I wanted to do. But as fate had it, I got a room with 3 girls staying and a vacancy for one. The girls seemed good and my father liked the place so well, I decided to go with it.
The girl I shared my room with was also great, but she left the house in about 5 days of me shifting in.
I don’t know where my brain had gone at that time and though there was a chance on me taking the whole room for myself, I didn’t do anything.
In January, I got a roommate.
This girl was exactly opposite to all that I am. She sleeps at 9 pm (fine by me, since I get more solo time with quietness in my room.), cooks are own food, is way older than me and thinks she is extremely smart cuz she earns the most among all the girls in the house. Everything okay with me because who is she to me? What do I care about since I am not going stay here after my internship ends. I was happy in ignoring her as long as I can.
But today she comes up to me when I am taking a bath and bangs on my door cuz she wants to put her own bucket of water to heat on the electric rod. How is some one who is taking a bath supposed to give her a bucket? On top of that, every morning I am the one who puts her bucket to heat myself. Is this my responsibility? I don’t think so since she doesn’t even wake up when I do. I am the first one to get up everyday. On top of that, when I came out she starts shouting on me that I disturb her sleep by staying up and working or reading or by talking on the phone. I will never apologize to some one by reading. Talking on the phone when the other person is awake and when I am paying for the room too I don’t think I am supposed to act only to please the others. Telling me to adjust can go two ways.
With all this ranting I would like to conclude saying, living with strangers is a real pain if you don’t get the type who understand you. It is difficult to please them all.
What are your experiences?