The girl from the City

My friends who read my earlier post must be having an impression that”The girl from the city” has a negative approach towards this “Change” that has taken place in her life. Initially, YES, “The girl from the city” had faced a setback, and its normal. A complete mixture of culture shock, change in the entire lifestyle had shook me. It was like gulping a huge sip of Strong Soda, initially the fizz sizzles in your nose and throat, but within few seconds you get accustomed to the taste and make adjustments in the quantity you can in one go.

For me, the first fizz to get adjusted to was the huge change in culture and the way people carried it. If you happen to get lost in the galiyaan (narrow streets) here and seek help from locals, the last thing you’d expect is to get accompanied till you find a familiar corner. Initially, it frightened the hell out of me, especially with the kind of news you hear about girls/ladies getting abused & molested. But then I realised people here are quite helpful and definitely not the kind who’d try to find a reason to touch/eve tease a girl travelling alone. I could feel more secure here in comparison to how I felt  travelling alone in places like Delhi etc. Even in Chandigarh, I don’t remember a single occasion when a stranger walked with me to tell me the correct direction. But here I often got lost and was accompanied by a stranger in a most decent way.impressive…

The second hurdle for me was the language. Communication is very important for human being and if you find that the flow of ideas from one to the other is not smooth, it’s really frustrating. So, I started being really attentive as to learn how common things are pronounciated in local language here. The local people here are predominantly using Marwadi language for conversing. There were some peculiar words that really caught my attention first. One of the frequently used, very much attention seeking and all the more funny word was-“Thhaa”(sounds like a gun shot). Many times during the day I’d hear every single person using the word. Curiously I asked one of my colleague what the word actually meant which to my surprise meant-“Know”. So if someone said,”Manne thaa Koni” i realised he/she meant “I don’t know” instead of saying “Don’t shoot me”(a translation that came to my witty mind initially)

So the place is not at all “That bad”, the Girl from the city realised this in due course. Hence a new perspective began…..

The girl from the city

Dilemma, the word in itself explains myself these days, especially since the time I got promoted in my current organization and subsequently got transferred to a new place of posting which is around 450-475kms away from my dwelling, the City Beautiful-Chandigarh. To accept or not to accept the orders- Dilemma. Since the new place is going to be a rural area, to take my child & family along or to spare them from such ordeals- Dilemma. Whether I need to forego promotion to be with my child or I need to step up on my career ladder for my baby’s better future-Dilemma.

Somehow, the typical me who dares to face the uncertainties of life, with the help of a supportive hubby, both sets of caring parents (the ones I got by birth & the ones by law) and an equally sporty daughter who’s barely 3yr old, I moved to this typical rural area of Rajasthan, a place named “Sardarshahar”.

The day I landed here, the whole world seemed to be under some kind of whirlwind. I felt as if I’ve time travelled to some 20years in the past. A somewhat old place,which is though called Shahar(city) by its name but if seen through my eyes, it is nothing more than a village. A place full of auto rickshaws, who at times run 10-20 in number back to back in a straight line as if they are Boggies of a train.

Destiny at times plays such a prank, I landed from a beautiful, well planned and well organized city-Chandigarh to a place which it seems- is a public urinal…and am not kidding at all, I actually see one male urinating in open in every 3-4 minutes while I make an attempt to walk in market area. On Sunday, most of the shops are closed by afternoon and if by any chance you happen to go to the market place in the evening, the whole area smells like a Gents public urinal(Not that I’ve visited male urinals but yeah can make out 😛 ). I actually realized why India needs to start a campaign as #Swatchh-Bharat-Abhiyan that too in the 21st Century.

So, for a few day’s I’d love to pour my heart out on the experience, the girl from the city attained in a new place-“SARDARSHAHAR”. Will try to add illustrative pics as well (definitely not the ones with men urinating on the sick roads of the market….Lolz).