Oh! New job, new city. Excited and anxious too. I have to leave my city, my family, friends and over all my comfort zone. From those Rosogullas and sweet flavours of Kolkatta, I had to move to the rough and bustling capital of our country – Delhi.
Moving to a new place, with new people, where I did not know anyone - Deep down I was scared. Many a thousand thoughts crossed my mind. Uncertainty, fear was engulfing.
I kept saying to myself that I have to overcome this. And then the day arrived -, in Delhi. I felt so insecure and unsafe. As soon my train reached the platform, the coolies rushed towards me, then suddenly one of them took my luggage and started walking even before I could ask them for their charges. Then he dropped me near the car stand. One man who hails himself as union person tells me in very arrogant tone that I had to pay fifteen hundred rupees for the trip to reach my destination. I was really confused what was happening. My brain stopped working and instead of using the car apps, I boarded that car and reached my hotel. It was such a relief.
Then I joined my company, took a pg and I was settled. But still one thing which I missed was mom made majher jhol (light fish curry).
I could not speak fluent Hindi I thought people would make fun of me. I was very shy to talk to anyone people, very reluctant to make friends. I kept myself aloof, I was very judgemental, stringent and carried all inhibitions with me I kept searching for was a BONG CONNECTION. Someone my own, familiar and safe!
Every time I met a Bengali and there was huge excitement, chitchats and we connected so well. Now that I was slowly settling down, my fever for that bong connection was also going down. I was connecting well with other people here and was getting to know them, their likes, dislikes, their culture everything and I did not realised when I started liking this city and made friends. I realised that Delhiites are not really those rude and rowdy people as I used to believe them to be. This city is cosmopolitan, people are busy, hence direct and straight from heart. There are people from all parts of the country, several cultures and several languages together make this fruit cocktail called Delhi. This reminded me of my geography teacher in school who used to teach us say that there is “Unity in Diversity”. My experience of moving out from my cocoon taught me to open the window of my heart and welcome life with open arms. People do not resist yourself from meeting new people, exploring opportunities rather embrace new experiences with open arms.
As Tagore says “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
Moving to a new place, with new people, where I did not know anyone - Deep down I was scared. Many a thousand thoughts crossed my mind. Uncertainty, fear was engulfing.
I kept saying to myself that I have to overcome this. And then the day arrived -, in Delhi. I felt so insecure and unsafe. As soon my train reached the platform, the coolies rushed towards me, then suddenly one of them took my luggage and started walking even before I could ask them for their charges. Then he dropped me near the car stand. One man who hails himself as union person tells me in very arrogant tone that I had to pay fifteen hundred rupees for the trip to reach my destination. I was really confused what was happening. My brain stopped working and instead of using the car apps, I boarded that car and reached my hotel. It was such a relief.
Then I joined my company, took a pg and I was settled. But still one thing which I missed was mom made majher jhol (light fish curry).
I could not speak fluent Hindi I thought people would make fun of me. I was very shy to talk to anyone people, very reluctant to make friends. I kept myself aloof, I was very judgemental, stringent and carried all inhibitions with me I kept searching for was a BONG CONNECTION. Someone my own, familiar and safe!
Every time I met a Bengali and there was huge excitement, chitchats and we connected so well. Now that I was slowly settling down, my fever for that bong connection was also going down. I was connecting well with other people here and was getting to know them, their likes, dislikes, their culture everything and I did not realised when I started liking this city and made friends. I realised that Delhiites are not really those rude and rowdy people as I used to believe them to be. This city is cosmopolitan, people are busy, hence direct and straight from heart. There are people from all parts of the country, several cultures and several languages together make this fruit cocktail called Delhi. This reminded me of my geography teacher in school who used to teach us say that there is “Unity in Diversity”. My experience of moving out from my cocoon taught me to open the window of my heart and welcome life with open arms. People do not resist yourself from meeting new people, exploring opportunities rather embrace new experiences with open arms.
As Tagore says “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
WOW! This reminds me of a nostalgia where we used to write composition almost everyday given by our 'dadu'(English teacher)and there I got to see some glimpses of your writing skills..I truly believe that you hv the capability to rock in every field you choose... Well done girl.. truly appreciated....
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