Chapter 3: The conclusion
A year of patience, continuous calls, messages, rejection
and heart breaks.. “Ha Ha” I am not talking about a love story, you people and I’m
not going to talk such. Don’t worry, just settle down as I try to finish the
conclusion of my journey.
Although I was a stranger as I reached Pune and started to
mingle with the people the feeling of being stranger started to fade away with
the time. As I was done with my police verification and to fetch my Residential
permit I went to the Foreign Regional Registration Office in Pune, which was
situated in the police commissioner’s office. As I reached there I saw so much
punctual people which they should get an award to be on time. Although the
office hours starts at ten a.m. and even I was there around 10.15. none of the
counters were ready to serve the people who came there for their service. They
were simply walking around just having tea and arranging their desks. Talking on
mobile and taking selfies. “Seriously?” Then they could have told the working
hour starts around 10.30 a.m right? But What to do if they do so however the
work will eventually start at 11.a.m so let it be, I was just simply saying these
to myself..
As I reached an officer he told that I need a Unique I.D for
my registration. As I am unknown about this new term which was called “Unique
I.D.” I further inquired him how to obtain one, he told that contact the “International
Centre” of your university and they will help you. So I returned back and went
to the “International Centre”. When I try to inquire them some of the staffs’
faces were puzzled more than mine and they didn't even know what a Unique I.D.
is As I am standing there with confusion, a girl who came there for some
documentation work from another country so me suffering and she elaborated about
Unique I.D. She explained that it is provided by the respective colleges where
you studying not the international centre, furthermore she told that she got her
I.D from the college she was studying and she told that she don’t know about
the university procedure. After sometime one person from the Centre told me to
contact my respective department for the specific necessity.
So I reached my department and tried to find a solution for
this confusion from the administrative people. As I’m so close with bad luck, there
goes another confusion amongst them, as they also don’t know what Unique I.D
really is. I was like “WHAT??” inside my head there was world war 3 going on.
To make them understand and to get a clear idea about this problem, finally I contacted
my Sri Lankan friend and asked him, he told me to go his department as they
already been proving these Unique I.Ds to students so they will guide you to
obtain one and also he gave his bonafide Letter which consisted his Unique I.D.
for further reference.
After that I took the
Office person from my Department to my friend’s Department. There they explained
all the procedures in detail. After that we came back and tried to register me
for a Unique I.D but then only we got to know that our department is not yet
been registered with the Foreigner registration system to provide a Unique I.D.
What to say about my bad luck? Everywhere is a obstacle freshly being prepared
for me I thought, But my department people were so curious to solve this
problem so they tried their best. The office person himself made an application
and sent that to the police station to activate the registration system, the
registration process took long and the system got activated by next Monday. So I
had to wait for a whole week. Finally I got the Unique I.D and finished off
with all my regulations.
During this period I started to get along with people in my
class, started to talk with them share my views and get to know about theirs as
well. Good people, good talks, as I started to talk with them, the distance we
had started to get reduced, Tasting the typical local food, getting to know
about the cultures made me to think more and made me to know more as well.
Eventually the days became awesome. I started to make nick names for almost
everyone in the class and greeted all with the best smile that I could give. These
made me one step closer to them. As my good luck being lifted up the Fresher’s
Day came by, this made me to get along with the seniors as well as my
classmates.
Fresher’s Day was truly an awesome day in Pune I may say. As
the day started off with a lecture but along the day it turned out to be a very
good one. I didn't mean that the lecture was not good. Its good only but we
were not ready to learn and it would have been awesome if we were ready to
learn that’s all I tried to say, hopefully that day all were in a mood to
enjoy, That’s it.
Games, laughs, ramp walk, Dances, music, Songs and finally I
got crowned as Mr. Fresher as well. (See I noted that I got Mr. Fresher, OK? –
Actually my Friends told me to note it.) Strangers became classmates and
classmates became friends. Later on the days turned out to be good, from 9-6
however we would be hanging around in the laboratory that made me to know all.
Language is kinda barrier to me, I try my maximum to overcome
that, whenever people around me talking in Marathi, it feels little awkward
only not because it’s wrong, just because I couldn't be able to understand it. I
try to ask them, sometimes they tell but sometimes they just laugh and tells
nothing. I know it can be nothing but that laughs makes me feel uneasy. Some really
takes their time and explains everything but I cannot expect that to happen
always right?, Some words I can understand with the flow but sometimes it feels
like I’m inside a dark jungle with my eyes tied up as well. Ya, I know it’s a
problem that they also can’t do anything about it. People who belongs to a
nativity will speak the local language only, it just happens and they don’t do
it deliberately.
Sometimes I feel like I’m the odd man out, that time I try
myself to get along, ignore what they speaking in their local language and will
quietly stand there with a smile. It’s easy to walk away and stay alone. But walking
away will take me totally away and that I really don’t want to happen. People
are so good, each and everyone has their own quality of uniqueness with them, that’s
what makes them who they really are. It’s fascinating to see each and everyone
how they talk get along and share things. Sometimes things are surprising and
sometimes things are usual as I expected.
As for my conclusion...
An awesome class filled with awesome people no words to
explain about them simply I call them my family as they accepted me with so much
love and they accepted me in the way I am. Lovely University the atmosphere,
the monsoon weather, the evening drizzles, the roads, buzzing vehicles, and
rides in my bicycle makes my life something interesting. And the book of life
happily started to add pages about Pune with so good memories. More to tell and
more to share, but let it be personal to make it more valuable...
“Life is simply something what we learn, by what we get from
it”
~Kohulan.R
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