It was 9 o’clock at night. I was alone, walking on somewhat familiar roads, randomly stopping at storefronts and smiling to myself. Others might have thought I was crazy, but I was in my own world. I was reminiscing.
I wanted to go to the burger joint where I had had a mean chilly beef burger three years ago (Sad luck! It had shut a year ago). I wanted to go the bar whose name I did not remember but which would serve girls drinks in the restaurant area because the bar could be “dangerous”. I went to the restaurant I frequented with my ‘mallu’ friend just to have the perfect Kerala meal. (I strongly recommend their meals and appam-chicken stew.)
It had been three years since I left the city where I did my post-graduation.
Going to college. Image courtesy: Shutterstock.com
“This is a complete leftist ideology,” said one person in my class. To which the other replied, “these journalists are bourgeoise leftist. They want to sit in their air-conditioned office and talk about farmers committing suicide.”
And, I was sitting there nodding my head; I had no clue what leftist ideology was. And, what the fuck is a bourgeoisie? (Also, that’s not how I spelt the word in my head, duh.)
‘Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,
I had to stop for the night.
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
‘This could be heaven or this could be Hell’
Then she lit up the candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say…
No points for guessing the song.
The daily prompt was ‘Shimmering‘ and this is the first thing that came to my head.
This song is very special for me. I think this was among the first few English songs I had memorised when I came to college. Everyone around me used to sing the song and go on and on about how beautifully the lyrics had been written. I sang along but failed to understand how a hotel commercial was deep and meaningful.
And, it wasn’t even that great — they did not have a wine since 1969!
“A key that can open any lock is the master key, but a lock that can be opened by all keys is useless.” This quote was thrown at me whenever I spoke of female sexuality. Is it best for women to ignore their sexual urges, especially in a conservative society like ours?
To explore this question, the girl will revisit the past — the time before she came to a metropolis.
(For my last post, I moved to the present and told you about how the girl in the city has assimilated with the culture of doing everything on the go.)
Now, let’s back up a little. This post is from when she was a high school student in a small town.
The girl had seen porn and was well aware of what to do with what parts of her body. Then, she met a boy with whom she wanted to use those parts of her body.
The first time I had alcohol was when I was in the second year of my college. My roommate walked in with a huge smile on her face and said, “Guess what I have with me?” Chocolates. That was my first guess. But, it turned out to be a bottle of Fenny.
You know why she was grinning? Alcohol was not allowed in our hostel and she had managed to sneak it in.
Getting back to Fenny, it is local-made cashew liquor and a specialty of Goa.
The Beatles – Abbey Road
Engineering was too mainstream for me, so, I chose to be a journalist. Problem was, there were no journalism courses in my city as it was too extraordinary a field.
So, a 24-hour train ride later, I reached the “big” city, where a college was ready to extort a huge sum of money from my parents to teach me grammar and newsworthiness.
[Top 10 journalism colleges] Yes, my college is on the list. And, I thought of putting it here to help anyone who wants to join. But, trust me, the previous line is pretty much the summary of an honest review of these colleges.
The exceptionally high tuition also meant that most of my fellow students were from moneyed families and had the backup option of joining their father’s business. I, on the other hand, had to make it big.