First impressions

From one pretty college to another!

The celebrations were on. Thousands on the streets going wild. Speakers blasting full volume. I was leaving after all!! A mere coincidence that I left on Ganesh Chaturthi.

It seemed as though my departure was being celebrated throughout the country.

The heart sank to depths it had never known before. The fact that India won the 2020 cup was the only solace. I was, hence (!), leaving on a great note. Hoping that it was a sign of things to come, I moved on.

UK is pretty. My campus, arguably the prettiest. People are great. Wear a smile for everyone all the time. That’s what stands out for me in the British culture. It teaches people to be nice to others. No don’t. don’t doubt my indianness. I am as Indian as any young Indian should be. Being kind to strangers doesn’t come so easy to me. My uncivilized, brash and ill mannered behaviour is a harsh contrast to what I see around. That isn’t changing any firang opinions about Indians anyway.

Time to change!! Change the way I walk, talk and dress (ever heard of a sub-fusc???)

But, these guys don’t talk. They smile and that’s it. Move on. The gesture has got to be followed up, I thought. But no, speaking is a sin. The mantra seems to be “You mind your own business and I mind mine”. But then I am as Indian as any young Indian is. Come on . Where’s all the gossip. The banter. The purposeless, fruitless, meaningless but for some reason, refreshing chatter. I long for a good long meaningless chat with anyone.

Oh yes! That happens in the pubs. When ones at liberty to say any thing on the face of this earth and pass it off as drunken revelry.

Man. These guys drink. No. They guzzle. Gallons and gallons of alcohol. No wonder they are all so huge. And they walk fast. Its embarrassing to be overtaken by old ladies on your way to the department. Doesn’t do much to lift an already depleting morale.

Then, to add insult to injury, there’s the food. Never thought being vegetarian(well…lacto-ova actually) could be such a punishment. Living off boiled carrots, boiled beans, boiled potatoes (with peel) boiled x, boiled y and boiled z doled out in humungous quantities could be quite a challenge. And to pay hefty sums for eating this shit. Wheres the good old daal, roti, sabji.

Thank god for eggs. Those pink (not white/yellow!!) little oval saviors that sacrifice themselves to feed ailing souls like me.

Shall save some criticism for the next post. Am still learning to live in this avatar. More later…………………