Chapter 2
After so much running, traveling the tiredness grasped me
and made me sleep so long that even the drizzling weather which gave an awesome
atmosphere that knocked me out for several hours, but my sleep’s bigger enemy “my
alarm clock” woke me up without letting my sleep to fulfill my dreams. And yet
another day started in the Pune city..
As I stepped out with my newly met friend, who came to take
me to the university with his bike, we introduced ourselves and started moving.
As we got on to the bike the nature started crying and weeping a lot. We knew
it’s not gonna stop so we rushed towards the university, especially towards the
international Centre. When we ended up there we met our best friend known as
the “Problem”.And there goes the first problem, It was raised as such that I didn't
give a printed copy of my application form and I should get it printed to get
verified with my other documents.So what to do, we went to take a printout in the
Internet café which is situated inside the campus. Although we thought it would
be easy, but there was a big queue and the manager of it made me us wait as he
also asked for id to let us use a computer.
I was so puzzled to see this, these things are so new to me
and I was wondering why these people act like this. I don’t complain about all
of them but at points these sort of things irritates a lot. Being a foreigner
from a country known to its friendly atmosphere, in a country which is also
known its friendliness these things, I didn't even expect at all. As my
thoughts were growing my friend called me and gave “Parle-G”, a biscuit which
is known as the world’s highest selling biscuit and also a good, cheap one
quenched my hunger for a bit. I was standing there for minutes as I saw a guy
who was just browsing “Facebook” without doing any important work but there are
people outside who all are waiting to do their work, But an idea stroked my
head. I just went near to him, the one who was lost in Facebook, told my
problem and told that I just need a printout only nothing much. He was so kind though
to accept my request and he let me use the computer.
After thanking him took my printout and went back. Got my
documents all verified and asked for my “challan” (Bank Draft) to pay my
admission fee. They just told “you will get that by evening in your login ID”,
even though I requested them to provide that to me now, they didn’t listen to
it at all. Ya, I know there are regulations for them as well. So I couldn’t bother
them more, I took my friend and rushed towards my department. Actually he was
the one taking me everywhere. My mind was filled was thanking him loads and all
the Srilankans who gave me faith to do all these procedures even with all these
difficulties that I was facing.
The department again welcomed me, took all the documents and
asked for copies of them. I gave the copies to them but they wanted it as attested
copies. But I told them that I’m new to here, suddenly how to get attested from
someone? And I asked them that can I get attested from a lecturer of our department?
But the person who was doing these admission procedures told “NO, you must get
attested from a professor of any other department so it would be good for you”.
“When everything is going wrong how this would go right” I asked. He told “You
go and ask from any department, with all your copies and original documents and
they will do it”, he said. So helpless I was, sadly came out and took my friend
we visited several departments and ended up with failures as I expected, “How
could they attest my documents without knowing me?”, I just asked myself all
the way. Then only my friend told let’s meet “Podi Hamaduruvo”, (A Srilankan
Monk now who is my dearest friend and my hostel mate who guided me in all other
works of mine). So we went and met him, he greeted us and told us to take lunch
with him, at last someone really helped us to get rid of our hunger, and we
both really were starving a lot at that moment.
Ate there and asked him about the hostel to get admitted
there. He told you give an application with a “bonafide” letter from your
department and it would be done. After that I explained the attesting problem,
so he told he’ll help and took us to a Buddhist temple which is situated inside
the campus. There we met another generous man who told us to go political
science department and get the work done. As we went there got signed from a
professor, I went to get the official seal from the office of that department
but they didn’t even listen to me, started shouting at me and told “Get Out”
very harshly. There goes my vision towards Punekar which again got spoilt. But I
didn’t lose hope I explained to him that I’m a Srilankan and my problem, after
keeping me there for 25 minutes he gave the official seal/stamp. I thanked him
and thought after all he is not bad that at last he understood me.
After saying bye to our new friend we went towards my
department gave all the attested copies and requested him for a bonafide
letter, he told he’ll get it done by tomorrow, so we went back home peacefully.
The next day again started with rough rides, as I ended up
in the bank and got to know the banking hour begins from 10am. “Seriously?? “ I
asked myself because I’m there by 9am. What to do, I waited for an hour, paid my
admission fee and handed over the payment slip to the International Centre and
asked for my admission letter. They told “you upload these copies to your
account and you will receive your admission letter”, but I explained that I don’t
have any sort of internet facilities. They asked “Don’t you have phone?”, but I
told “I don’t have a sim”. He told ok go to a net café and he just went. I was
like “what the **” but what would they do, they made these automated systems to
help us only.
But I didn’t want to end up in the same old café I suffered,
so I went to meet my Srilankan friend who is in the hostel. And he helped me to
upload my copies. I uploaded them had my lunch with him and went to my
department. Collected all my documents from the office as I tried to get out, I
met three freaks of my class (No offense girls), Who also became my friends
later on. After introducing myself to them I left that place and went back
home.
Then I applied for a new sim card under my friend’s name
because I didn’t have a proper place to stay yet, as they request resident
proof and all to provide a sim card. We paid the money and asked when it will
get activated, the retailer told that it would take two days to get activated
because I’m a foreigner. Even though it didn’t get activated after two days at
the end, he made me to submit all my documents again and after a week I got my
sim card activated. What to do? When the problems just come and hug me even
though I broke up with them, “Ha Ha” they love me a lot won’t they? All have enormous
rules for them and everywhere is like I have to submit at least 5 documents,
forms and a photograph to get my work done.
As the next day when I attended my first official class, I met
few of my classmates and greeted them. I was so silent and just told “hi” and didn’t
even speak much. My face was filled with confusion, I really felt like an alien
and I felt so alone. Many things in my mind admission letter, hostel, police
verification and Residential permit just everything. I couldn’t even speak
properly, saw all faces that was in my class and they were looking at me with
so many questions. I felt little embarrassed as I was noted by all. But it’s
natural because I’m the only one from another country.
The best thing is the same class who made me to think that I’m
an alien now made me to realize that I’m in a much safer place. As well as they
became my very good friends as well.
Even though I’m a naughty, notorious person I kept calm for
few days. After four days I got my hostel and the settling progress is still
going on as some of the work is still pending. Punekar now became my friends
actually the thought I previously had about these people changed because of my
classmates, because of their friendliness which made me so comfortable being
with them and them being around me.
There are years more to come but now this my place, this is
my family and this is my life. Being “cool” is the only way I knew. As now I’m
almost settled, cared by my classmates and by my lovable Srilankans as well. New
people may call me that I’m silent, filled with attitude and bla bla but the
people who knows me will miss me when I’m not there for sure ;)
To be continued…
