This blog was written because I was left with no work to do today. I always feel that blogs are written by people who have nothing else to do, but write blogs. And blogs are written for people who have nothing else to do, but read blogs. So if you have nothing else to do, continue reading.
Cafe Coffee Days in my life!!! I can't believe it. Six, seven years back I would never have imagined that such a day would occur in my life. Cafe Coffee day is supposed to be a place where high class people who didn't know how to spend the money they had, go. But now I am there… I have changed a lot since my school days.
I had never talked in English till the end of my 10th standard. May be in my primary school we talked in English a little bit... (Since girls were there in my primary school we used to talk in English… Mostly it was the "You go girl." "Miss this boy no… he is stealing my pencil miss" and "Miss this boy is pinching me miss" type of pathetic English.). Till I went to college, I never read an English newspaper. I never knew who Sidney Sheldon was. I never saw English movies. "Star movies" was considered adult material at home. I never talked to a girl(as studied in Boys High School). I don't feel that I missed anything…But still because I didn't have such experiences, I had to adjust a lot when I traveled beyond my actual life.
Even though I born in Bangalore(known as Metropolitan), it took so many years to know all these. You could have watched movies for 15 Rs. in a theatre(know only abt Kannada Movies as used to see the same). You get the best food at lowest prices. You can drink water wherever you want and it doesn't affect you. Girls rarely wear T-shirts or Jeans. You can see girls in selvars. And there were a lot more things that were cool to me…
The first change in lifestyle for me occurred after I joined my PU col. My PU life was completely different. Watching a movie for Rs.40 (My first non-kannada movie in Theatre – Baadshah @ Urvashi) was a one time life experience for most people. I had to adapt to such things since I had to be a part of the group. Otherwise you feel let out. My habits started changing. For example, you look into the glass before drinking water to check whether it is clean. I went to my first Coffee day in Brigade. I remember saying some time back "30Rs kottu wait maadi time waste maadkondu ondu coffee adu cold coffee kudibeka" - I did it…
If this life was difficult for me, how easy would be an Engg? I was dumbstruck with the culture… The Hi's and the fundoo English speaking guys were all a great change, though I had expected it. There is a sense of hollowness when you say a Hi to somebody here. Actually, a smile was enough to say what you feel. There is real sense of belonging in a smile. I miss it - a smile without a Hi.
The mind works mechanically here - after you crack a joke you do what they call high fives!!! When you meet a person you ask something like "What's up buddy?"- Only God knows how you are supposed to answer for such a question!!! You say "Excuse me" after a sneeze - What big mistake have you made to say that?? When you are ready to sacrifice ethics for grades and see even your closest friend as a competitor in group discussions, how much difference will that Excuse me make? Pretty difficult to adjust!!!
Even Cafe Coffee Days and costly dinners sometimes hurt. Daily my father uses bi-cycle for his transportation as he has to spend more on Autos/Buses otherwise. My GrandMother, though aged she walks kilometers from the bus stop to my house whenever she goes out. When I think of that and the fact that I am spending Rs.50 for a Chocolate Fantasy, I feel uneasy. Definitely it is not a matter of money. The fact is that I somewhere in my heart feel that this is not really who I am…The fact that I have changed a lot hurts… I want to be the same myself, but I am unable to do so.
I wish I go back to school and be the same guy I was. I know I can't. But I want to do it and live the same life all again. Leo da Mirci once said, "I love what I do because I do only what I love".If only following something is as simple as saying something!!!
Courtsey : received thru a mail from one of my friend – read n it was very close to my thought . So thought of putting it in my blog with some modification … Felt very true n I hope u too will feel d same.
Friday, March 31, 2006
