The Uni-days series-4

Hello fellow readers!

How are you doing?

The heat at my place is scorching guys! 🥵 If a graph is plotted against days and degrees, it'll be exponentially increasing, going very far from the axes undoubtedly! Hence, I'm writing this under the shade of a huge olive green tree beside the grey library with subtle cool breezes blow drying my brown hair, and the ombre leaves shedding all over me with a slower pace, making it a pure pink cinematic moment.

I've been meeting,greeting and interacting to many people in the uni lately, and I've found few friends till now who are always there in understanding and helping me in every aspect,Touch wood!

Craving for good South Indian food is very normal for a person no matter from where he dwells in India(Agreed?) Snehal and I took a bus to the nearest place in the quest of quenching this longing. It wasn't a bus though, as my Bengali jiju says, it was indeed a "red monster" with the driver uncle assuming himself to be the pilot in the cockpit. I wonder if he was driving at some 100-200 kmph speed ignoring the people driving beside,speed breakers and the barely present dividers. That was also fine until we had a dosa which had cauliflowers and carrots served with a red liquid full of red chilli powder and masala(it wasn't a sambar though!) Anything can be tolerated but a bad dosa! Nahi yaaaaar!

I'm a music enthusiast and wherever good music plays, my reflexes just stop me there. One day I was passing by a street in my uni where I could distantly hear proper swar playing with a harmonium and tanpura.I went in to see; found a teacher who was teaching small kids and my wish to continue learning classical music got a ray of hope (it was overwhelming to listen to such small kids singing in proper shrutis) I couldn't go to the classes later because of few reasons. One day, I went to a nearby park. There were two boys may be in their primary school who were on the swing. When we asked for it, they politely left to other rides.. But one boy, he took few steps forward, turned back,looked at me and asked "aap class ko kyu nahi aarahe ho?" I was confused for a moment and I asked him again as to what was he asking.He was mentioning about the music class!! When I met the teacher,neither could I see those kids nor could they properly see me. I was taken aback as to how this 'teen foot ka bacha' have such a good memory! I replied, he walked few steps,turned back again and asked me "Aap Hyderabad se ho na!?" My mind was like "Nooo Sharwani,this cannot happen at all!" Again! Can a kid remember places soo well? Who remembers yaar,few of my friends also don't remember.Bizarre na!

Few days later, at the xerox centre,I was standing beside an aged uncle probably in his early sixties. He perhaps had a problem with his eyesight,so he has asked me if I could help him count coins for him,to which I obviously agreed.He then thanked me and said that I wasn't looking like a native person and asked about the place where I come from. When I told him,he started talking to me in broken telugu...tinnava?(If I had eaten or not) etc etc....Now,I am an empathic person but wouldn't entertain unnecessary conversations with ajnabi people.So I haven't replied and faked a smile. After a pause, that uncle told me that he learnt telugu from his students and that he is a retired Associate Dean for the one of the colleges under my Uni! I went blank... I had two options...1) giving an answer to him because of his position 2) continue my policy.....Gosh! Moral of the story--Never ever judge a book by it's cover! I knew this but ....never witnessed it. Everyday is teaching me something better, something to improve,to transform myself into a better human being to which I'm grateful.Is it the same with you'll too? The comments section is open to answer.

Let's meet in the next blog.

Until then,

You know what I always say ... 

Stay happy stay healthy,

Sharwani