Monthly Archives: September 2006

Hole-in-the-Wall

It is always the little corners and the unexpected stops that leads us to pleasant surprises.

Yesterday evening, we were served the best chicken roll in this Chat House…

It was only eight roops and reminded me of waiting in line for Philly Cheesesteak in South Street, Philadelphia.

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I Quit

My hostel odyssey ended today.
After lab practicals, I took a cab and brought my stuff back to Laitumkrah. It didn’t even take 72-hours for me to deicde against a long term placement in Sensiar, Block B, Room # 6.
For some strange reason, the housing development just didn’t settle fine with me. If I tried harder, I am sure I would have been there right now. But I am also from the Y-generation where we do things we want to do and not what we have to do.
I used the bathroom as an excuse for sure.
Plus, the two wash basins we had were of no use at all…


When I told a professor that I was moving out, he said,
“As a budding anthropologist, you should try to adjust…”
There is truth to that and I have been thoroughly humbled regarding the comments I might have made about folks who couldn’t adjust to a certain environment… I am now speakin from the other side.
Life is ruthless.
It takes you to places least expected and leaves you stranded…

Life is cyclical.
What goes around comes around…

Life is quite fair.

It humbles your ego to rock bottom…

Life is beautiful.

It makes you experience it all…

Extra Two Rupees

I wish I had an extra two rupees this morning.
A little before 7:00am, I was at the newspaper depot getting my morning dose of “The Shillong Times.”
After I bought the paper and was heading back, a boy of about seven nudged me.
”Two rupees,” he asked.
I had no money. I shook my head and gestured that I had spent my two rupees on the newspaper. He moved on to ask another man for two rupees and was denied again.
But I could hear his pocket jingle.
Seeing no potential giver, he turned to an old-wrinkled lady who could very well be his grand mother (I do not know) and said, “Let’s have tea.”
The older woman followed him as they went for their morning tea.

Sans Bus Rush



It so happens that when NEHU buses come by, might becomes your right. Students shove one another to get seats and to just board the bus. And if you aren’t aggressive enough, you have high potential to be left behind.

My scheduling has been prompt but I have missed most of my 3:30pm shuttle from school because I couldn’t find room to squeeze my way in or was just outdone by my colleagues. There have been times when I barely boarded the over crowded moving vehicle. My goal however is usually to find just enough room to park my two feet—it is an amusing struggle.

But there have been times when the rides have been perfect. The 5:00pm rides are gorgeous—the presence of unusual colors splattered across the sky during dusk leaves you in awe.

My best ride was when I took the 6:00pm bus back to Shillong town. We were accompanied by a fuzzy blurry moon that in due miles, turned to this glowing body and literally guided us home. It was brighter than the city lights… it was full moon.

Providentially, I have gotten hostel accommodations and I move to dorms today. I will be taking the shuttle to town and back but the everyday bus rush will be erased from my daily schedule…