Back to beginnings....
I still remember that rainy august morning when I came to
the city of palaces with few miscellaneous stuff that my mom deemed important
for sustenance of life and a gamut of hopes,
aspirations and fear for what lies ahead of me.
I was this timid, panicky
boy in his late teens coming to live a life far away from my family, the people
I have grown with and the place I called my home . It was one of the worst
phases of my life, I had been completely down and out for the previous year and
had lost complete faith in myself and my confidence level was at its nadir. I
had never been an out and about kind of person but I guess the rejections which
I faced in the previous year had made me even more unsure about my own
potential. Being a good enough student throughout my student life , I had never
expected to land up in a private college after losing a year of my life , while
the my schoolmates had enrolled in top colleges of India.
I stepped in my college being anxious as to what the future
holds for me and was allotted a room in first floor of E block (Men’s hostel) .
My parents and I arranged the room for me. I was anxious as to what kind of
people my roommates will be(as it was a 3 persons per room kind of allotment).
I being an introvert and laconic kind of person always had the fear in myself
that I might not be able to adjust to my new surroundings. I met my roommate
and was a bit surprised by his jolly and outspoken demeanor. It made me all the
more anxious but I thought I might somehow adjust there.
We also met few of my fellow batch mates and their parents. It
was a bit relaxing to know that everybody had some or other kind of
apprehensions and I wasn’t the only one expecting some difficult times ahead. It
was all so alien for me, the food was different and the local language I didn’t
even understand….
Then came 4th of august, the first day of my
college life….
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| My first pic of Mysore palace |
to be continued..
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ReplyDeleteFirst day in Bangalore 3rd September,2007. All i had was a number and a hand written address(of that person who'll take me to my hostel and to complete my admission requirements), a nokia 6080 phone and a trolley bag.. First time in a big city and no one with me. I came out of the airport and saw people speaking a language which i have never heard of, i felt am an alien. I asked in english to an auto driver to go to Jayanagar 9th block, he asked me back saying if it's ragigudda busstop, i couldn't even pronounce that name, I said no i want to go to Jayanagar 9th block busstop(which is actually ragigudda, am being unaware of). Then I met that person, had lunch and then started for my college and hostel admission. Hardly I knew that person will leave me in hostel the same day. I was so scared and felt so lonely, can't even say to him let me stay one more day at your place, I have just stepped out of my home today to an unknown place like this which i have never seen in my life. Finally he left me and i was on my own. I didn't had mattress to sleep neither i knew from where to buy and what to say to people, as everything was different for me language people food. I slept only putting a bedsheet and folding my clothes to make a pillow. From next day onwards people started coming for hostel accommodation. All came with their parents, and their parents had bought everything needed to live in hostel, i just used to ask them uncle from where did you buy this mattress how much does it cost, they used to places name i hardly knew, i just knew my college is in RT nagar. Then that night came my roommate, might be at midnight. My parents warned me not to mingle with people from Bihar jharkhand UP, and to my surprise he was a bihari from jharkhand, and a spoiled brat, who had experience in all bad habits. But i think he's the best roommate i have ever got. He consoled me when i broke down seeing everyone's parents coming and leaving their sons/daughters. He also came alone, but he has the experience of roaming around in cities alone. I still remember the hindi sentence I said when he asked me "kaha se ho tum? I replied: mein tripura se hoon". That sentence i can never forget, first time i had spoken to someone in hindi, i didn't even knew I can speak that language (though i used to do gender bender sometimes). Tiwari, a notorious guy for everyone including lecturers, but the best roomie to me, he always used to drink and smoke outside coz i said i dont like all these. He was the one who taught me how to live alone, away from home, am on my own. And yeah he took me to the hub of Bangalore, Majectic,that busstop was like a maze like me..market and busstop was so crowded, he helped me in buying stuffs i needed including books for studies from Avenue road, and the bargain for scientific calculator. Finally i learned how to be on my own,i grew up.
ReplyDeleteHmmm..
ReplyDeleteThe "perception" about Biharis & Jharkhandis bothers me the most here.
Not your or your parents fault.
Just makes me think of past.
The more you see, the less you perceive..
ReplyDeleteThat was just a perception, which was proved wrong by these Bihari and Jharkhandi people after meeting them.