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From Chukku Kaapi to Cappuccino
This
blog was written because I was left with no work to do after coming
back from Café Coffee day 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.
Café
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. Café
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.
As I said in my
previous post, I never talked in English till the end of my 12th
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. 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 Cornigela, my place.
Born in Cornigela, an ordinary
conservative town, even Chennai took a lot of time for me to adjust. My
home town was too cool. You could watch movies for 15 Rs. in an AC
theatre. You get the best food at lowest prices. You can drink water
wherever you want and it doesn’t affect you. Girls never wear T-shirts
or Jeans. You can see girls in half-sarees. And there were a lot more
things that were cool to me…My first costly experience as far as I can
remember was my first Pizza.
In my 12th standard holidays I
had my first Pizza. We, a group of 5 friends went to a bakery. It was
around 7 p.m at night. We ordered our first Pizza (only one because it
costed so much - 20Rs!!!). As the Pizza arrived one of the guys started
using his hand to take out a piece. “Ley” ….The others shouted… “asingam
pannatheylae. Fork kudupaanga”… We got 5 forks for eating one Pizza.
Everybody tried taking out a piece with the fork. Nobody was successful.
Stupid forks… As we were trying different methods, two girls came in,
and took the table adjacent to ours. They seemed to be from the so
called high class families in Cornigela. They ordered a Pizza. We were
still trying to eat ours. Their Pizza arrived in their table. Unable to
find a solution, we looked at them for one. One of the girls took out a
piece with her hand and started eating it. Damn stupids we were!!! But
what do we do now?? We can’t go back to the hand-intake method… We are
brave!!! Luckily for us the power went off… Forks were put down and
everybody started picking a piece with the hand. Our sole aim- finish it
off before power comes back!!! Unlucky for us, power came back
immediately… We had a piece each in our hands… The girls started
laughing… People around us realizing what had happened too joined
them…We promised we would never eat Pizzas again. But we all did.
The
first change in lifestyle for me occurred in Chennai. Chennai was
completely different. Watching a movie for Rs.40 was a one time life
experience for most people in my village. 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
Pub in Chennai. I remember saying some time back “Loosu paya thaan
Coffee publa poi mukkaa manineram wait panni oru black coffeeya 50 Ruba
kaasu kuduthu kudippaan” - I did it…
If Chennai was
difficult for me, how easy would be an MBA school? 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. In
Cornigela 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.
Here
is an example to show how my family mindset is different from the
mindset here. At the end of the first term when I went home, I showed
quite a few photographs to my parents. In one photograph there was a guy
who had his arms around a girl’s shoulder. My mother asked me whether
they were in love. I said “No”. But even today she doesn’t believe me.
She still feels that they are in love!!! If only she comes here(…
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
Café Coffee Days and costly dinners sometimes hurt. Daily my father
takes a bus to reach home from his office because taking an auto would
cost him Rs.30. He walks a kilometer daily from the bus stop to my
house. 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.
Started listing
down a few things that have changed in my life. The left column is a
list of things that were part of my life before I entered college. And
the right are those that I came to know/were a part of my after I
entered college.
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!!!
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