Back to my same asylum in new Delhi. This time my mom urged to accompany me until i get my hostel. #Jugaad lagana hoga.
When I stepped in usual DELHI’s CNG auto rickshaw* being the hot dude i am* (Okay, I am being hyperbolic) , this time totally regretted being sassy when my Mum said, “Beta sleeveless sweater andar pehan le” (son, wear your sleeveless sweater inside “.), my nonchalance denial to it paid off, when I felt the chill down my spine. i got my practical thermodynamic lessons right there ie heat loss, specific heat latent heat and all that.
kulfi jam raha tha Boss mera.
(Maa ki kehna hamesha maano, sabak Yaad Aa gya.)
As usual Mother’s are always there to the rescue, I took shelter in her warm shawl.
My mother is pious MashaAllah, she is a Haji too and her dua gets accepted almost immediately Alhamdulillah.
She used to teach Arthshastra in college , hindi being her language of study throughout.
The myth about being fluent in English equates to being educated is clearly bogus.
Education comes through seeking knowledge and English being imposed and being exemplified as an epitome of literacy is a pseudo state of esp in elite society.
(beta, shake hand with pan wale uncle, beta come here to Mommy, beta you had this 10,000 Nike shoes na, Acha we will buy may be i am forgetting, looking to everyone around her making sure everybody hears that )
(You know, what i am saying).
If one boast about being fluent in Arabic or sanskrit or Hindi or urdu can be accepted as a sense of achievement in contrast to English.
Nonetheless English is a fairly easy language compared to the primordial ones. Nothing so special to take pride of.
You know why i stated this because it is being conflated as being educated to the extent of pure ignorance.
Sometimes i feel non speaking English men are more cultured and mannered as compared to ultra-educated English speaking elite.
Generally we Indians are good in adopting the negative of all
How many of you guys love the vibe and the gutsy conundrum of the train and the rush to be first, to be first in everything. Its no more than a Kabbaddi game if you ever had traveled to a train.
(girls do try this at home, chances are highly likely of some molestation of sexual nature)
* Don’t worry guys i am also a rich-kid, you know, MashaAllah. Please do pray for me, ( ki Acha rizq mile aur achi Ardhangani mile. I do remember you my exclusive readers in my prayers. JazakAllah khair). * (trying to be humorous here, haha never mind).
My train came to platform number one.
So, I know some of you readers are not indian, I bet you will definitely find the Indian railway’s announcement intimidating, if you happened to visit Indian railway station.
If it’s some person announcing then only a real hardcore Indian can able to understand that alien language.
In the loud speaker, it sound like this.
“zighalaa ho ho, bam bam wa kichu wa kichu bam bam”
The lonesome confused girl standing adjacent to me asked me nonchalantly, “what was the announcement about?”
(bhaiya kya thi announcement)
“Emu is going to be late.”, replied as some riposte.
“yeah that’s it”.