Posts Tagged ‘ Colombo ’

Clutching the railing..

28th February 2012
On this particular evening, I was returning back from work; with my friend in this wonderful city called Colombo; I am falling more and more in love with. We got off from the bus, and were waiting in the Dehiwala halt to get into another. There was a man , standing right in front of me; clutching to the railing nearby. It was a usual evening until the clouds started to shift and play thunder rolls.
My friend seemed to ask something to the guy in Sinhala. Even after 4 months its difficult for me to understand Sinhala in native conversation, when they speak fast its all “dot-dot-dot” at break -neck speed . I wasn’t paying attention either, I was already occupied with the thoughts of rain. I love rain; the very idea of rain is so romantic. I love it when the sky decides to be generous and summons clouds from faraway places. The clouds then merge up in the sky; with amazing thunder rolls and fall down graciously to bless the thirsty earth. Rain makes me happy; the sight, the feel, the smell of rain lights up a smile in my face; anywhere and anytime.
I moved further towards the railing, obsessively occupied with thoughts of upcoming rain , towards his side when he turned his head sideways. He was blind; visually impaired. I looked down abruptly, uncomfortable and ashamed, as if he could see the pity that was surging inside me for him. I didn’t look up until I convinced myself that this guy didn’t need my pity; he was still able, even more than me probably and had made his way in this world of people with eyesight.
Buses came, buses went. People got in, people got off. Thunders roared beyond the clouds. Our bus hadn’t come; and his also didn’t seem to come; and he was still clutching the railing. Then, it occurred to me that maybe his bus had come and gone but he must have missed his conductor shouting the destination. We couldn’t hear either. We had to look for the bus number. It occurred to my friend as well; and thank god for that! They started conversing in Sinhala again; the same “dot-dot-dot”; but this time I was desperate to understand it. Pointless, even if I understood it, I wouldn’t know where the place was. Foreign place, foreign person, foreign language; yet the desire to be of some use to this person were so homegrown; so from the heart.
Then, it rained. Like British people would have said , it rained cats and dogs. We were about to run to some cover; but he didn’t budge. I had but one small umbrella. My friend went to find cover so at least two of us could accommodate and there we stood, I clutching my umbrella and he still clutching the railing. Continue reading

Homesick During Tihar!!:/

26th October 2011
It was Tihar today, my favorite festival. And I happen to be posted in Sri Lanka, from Nepal, in a Fredkorpset Norway Exchange Program! As much as I am beginning to love my new home, Sri Lanka with all its serenity and contrasts; with its warm beaches, its coyness; its spices and coconuts; the long names; twisty dialects; the artistic script , which I am yet to learn and the tyrannical heat; being away from one’s family is always hard. Especially for a girl like me who has never been away from home, it is painfully difficult. I was in Bangkok during Dasain as well, for the 19th Fk exchange preparatory course, but there were many others like me, my country people; who were also away from their homes; and it’s amazing how nationalities and commonness can bring people together. Though I missed home then, there were many of us missing our homes, so we celebrated Dasain together along with others and it ended quite well.
It’s not that people here don’t have Tihar. Actually today was a holiday for Diwali here. The Tamil community celebrates Diwali here. So, almost everyone knows what it is about. People were wishing me Happy Diwali and asking me about it. But since this is my fourth day in a new country, all alone, I decided not to try and celebrate Tihar here. I did try to find a temple here, but I couldn’t go by myself and others, who could accompany me to the temple; either didn’t know where it was or were too busy to take me there. Disheartened, I just tried to carry on as I would on any other Saturday. “” – an SRK movie released today. Senali Akki suggested we go watch a movie and since it’s an SRK movie, I thought it would be a good distraction, if I again felt homesick. Just in case! So we went to watch it; first day, first show. It was a good movie, we had lots of fun. After that we went to have pizza and choco-sundae and then went shopping. So, the morning ended just like any other holiday.
Later, she had to attend a funeral. So, I stayed back and then did my laundry; did some for her too. And guess what? While doing laundry, my mind would automatically race back to Nepal, to my home. I would wonder, “my mom must be preparing Laxmi Bhog now”; “my daddy must be fixing the electric lights now”. I would force myself back to reality, try to focus on the laundry but then again my mind would wander around and I would think- “Dad must be tired now after shopping so much” or else, “I would be doing this now” and then again “I hope Babu is helping them, how can my mother do it alone without me??” And PANG!!! It struck there, right in the left chest and the pain, the agony; is so hard and so sharp that tears well down my eyes. The so called “Homesickness”! Not for the first time; but strong and increasingly painful every time. Continue reading