“Even we had a training and test before we joined and this test thing that they have started has made it a very serious affair” , Aman said.
“I think it is like clearing another semester exam. By the way, when have you joined ?” , Priya queried.
“I joined in January last year, it is almost two years now!!” , Aman said.
“Where are you from?”, Priya was getting inquisitive.
“I am from the badland of Bihar”, Aman responded.
Aha!! There is a connection. But the qualifier used by Aman was pricking me, so much so that I felt like turning and hitting him hard on his face.
“Badland!! Well…”, even Priya seemed amused and though she didn’t express it, her feelings about Bihar were clear.
“Well matlab what?”
“Nahin, I mean why badland?” , Priya asked.
“That is the general impression of people about Bihar.” , Aman said.
“And you beg to differ” , Priya said.
“I would rather say that people don’t know the real Bihar. We used to be the most civilized people, the old universities of Nalanda and Vikramshila, stand testimonial to that. But I won’t be denying the fact that all that has been lost and the current state of affairs is really pathetic.” Whoosh!!! “Never judge a book by its cover!!” This guy, it seems, has debated quite a lot on this topic.
“Aath baj kar teen minute ho gaya hai aur ee hai Bangalore ka phavorite radio station, Radio City” that was RJ Vasanthi’s voice with a very unfamiliar feel to it.(She just freaks out if someone calls her Basanti, as in ‘Basanti, in kutton ke saamney mat nachna’).
There are a few things which I like about our driver and one of those things is this radio which he keeps on till we reach EC. This for sure makes our “pain-in-ass” journey a bit less painful.
And that strange twang in Vasanthi’s accent!!! That made me feel as if today was Bihar day. What else can one feel when a few centimeters from me there is a discussion going on about Bihar’s rich culture and someone a few kilometers away renders words alien to her?
“At least someone believes your words”, Priya gave a chuckle.
I tried hard to hear Aman’s response but it was drowned in a loud honk - everyone seems to loose their cool once we reach Hosur road.
Too much honking had already left my mood sour, as is the case everyday. Besides, there was a beautiful number being played on Radio City currently. I was lost in the rhythm when I heard Priya say,
“You see Gujjus are more into spicy things.”
“Even we have our share of spice. Haven’t you heard of Litti?”, Aman said.
“Yes I think I have heard of that, made of sattu or something.”
This is great!! Now they are discussing about the cuisines from east and west. May be Priya has a Gujju connection. If she has, then this is what I call a salubrious instance of national integration – A guy from East India and a girl from South India (with a Gujju connection) discussing about their respective cuisines on a boring morning in South India.
“Wow!! You seem to know quite a bit about Litti!!”, Aman was amazed.
“My boy friend is from Bihar and it is from him that I came to know this.”
Kaboooooooommmm!!!! That was a royal crash for Aman.
And "HE" stays in Sanjaynagar, Aswathnagar(to be precise), was my guess. I knew it from the time Priya had talked about Vaibhav theater.
“Great!! Is he a software engineer?”, the waver had crept in Aman’s voice. It was obvious how heart broken he was. Poor chap!!
But Casanovas surely have heart of steel. It would have been tough for an ordinary guy to regain composure and utter something so sensible as Aman did.
“Yes, he works for Microsoft.”
I almost chortled. Didn’t it all start with the MS thing?
“I think it is like clearing another semester exam. By the way, when have you joined ?” , Priya queried.
“I joined in January last year, it is almost two years now!!” , Aman said.
“Where are you from?”, Priya was getting inquisitive.
“I am from the badland of Bihar”, Aman responded.
Aha!! There is a connection. But the qualifier used by Aman was pricking me, so much so that I felt like turning and hitting him hard on his face.
“Badland!! Well…”, even Priya seemed amused and though she didn’t express it, her feelings about Bihar were clear.
“Well matlab what?”
“Nahin, I mean why badland?” , Priya asked.
“That is the general impression of people about Bihar.” , Aman said.
“And you beg to differ” , Priya said.
“I would rather say that people don’t know the real Bihar. We used to be the most civilized people, the old universities of Nalanda and Vikramshila, stand testimonial to that. But I won’t be denying the fact that all that has been lost and the current state of affairs is really pathetic.” Whoosh!!! “Never judge a book by its cover!!” This guy, it seems, has debated quite a lot on this topic.
“Aath baj kar teen minute ho gaya hai aur ee hai Bangalore ka phavorite radio station, Radio City” that was RJ Vasanthi’s voice with a very unfamiliar feel to it.(She just freaks out if someone calls her Basanti, as in ‘Basanti, in kutton ke saamney mat nachna’).
There are a few things which I like about our driver and one of those things is this radio which he keeps on till we reach EC. This for sure makes our “pain-in-ass” journey a bit less painful.
And that strange twang in Vasanthi’s accent!!! That made me feel as if today was Bihar day. What else can one feel when a few centimeters from me there is a discussion going on about Bihar’s rich culture and someone a few kilometers away renders words alien to her?
“At least someone believes your words”, Priya gave a chuckle.
I tried hard to hear Aman’s response but it was drowned in a loud honk - everyone seems to loose their cool once we reach Hosur road.
Too much honking had already left my mood sour, as is the case everyday. Besides, there was a beautiful number being played on Radio City currently. I was lost in the rhythm when I heard Priya say,
“You see Gujjus are more into spicy things.”
“Even we have our share of spice. Haven’t you heard of Litti?”, Aman said.
“Yes I think I have heard of that, made of sattu or something.”
This is great!! Now they are discussing about the cuisines from east and west. May be Priya has a Gujju connection. If she has, then this is what I call a salubrious instance of national integration – A guy from East India and a girl from South India (with a Gujju connection) discussing about their respective cuisines on a boring morning in South India.
“Wow!! You seem to know quite a bit about Litti!!”, Aman was amazed.
“My boy friend is from Bihar and it is from him that I came to know this.”
Kaboooooooommmm!!!! That was a royal crash for Aman.
And "HE" stays in Sanjaynagar, Aswathnagar(to be precise), was my guess. I knew it from the time Priya had talked about Vaibhav theater.
“Great!! Is he a software engineer?”, the waver had crept in Aman’s voice. It was obvious how heart broken he was. Poor chap!!
But Casanovas surely have heart of steel. It would have been tough for an ordinary guy to regain composure and utter something so sensible as Aman did.
“Yes, he works for Microsoft.”
I almost chortled. Didn’t it all start with the MS thing?
