Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Day's Chronicle.

12th august
 My cellphone beeped and alarmed to disturb my pleasant morning sleep. I just hated the distraction and the whole idea of waking up early,  but was left with no option than to wake up and  freshen up myself. I had a mind to pull the blanket over and sleep some more time, but had to reluctantly avert. It was 6am and I was awake  early right at the dawn break when others elsewhere were still in their dreams. Everyday, as soon as I am out of the bed, it takes me another 10-15 minutes to get rid of my remaining sleep. I see myself in the balcony of my apartment staring into the unceasing plains. That was during the regular weekdays, when college timing was at 9am. For sure, I was early today by two and half hours.  

Surprised, people around my vicinity were already at work and this made me realize how lazy I was to say that it was too early. Of all, I liked the pleasant morning breeze which kinda gave me a nostalgic vibe of my stays at home. A vegetable vendor was right infornt of my door with fresh vegetables and daily newspapers was already kept near the door. As I opened the door, I could see the man going to the other apartements with bunch of newspaper on the back of his bi-cycle. Most of the farmers were already into the fields, some ploughing and others spraying pesticides in the field. Perhaps, they might have started so early so as to wrap it up as early as possible and  stay away from the sizzling spell of midday heat.

I recently shifted to the outskirts of main Vijayawada city as the place is just a walking distance from my college. Life here, is totally different from ours. I see, people more busier than us. They  have the mind to work even for a single penny whereas we bhutanese never care and value a coin. I now feel the pinch when I have to walk 50m from my apartment to buy water cans for drinking purpose. The ordinary tape water doesn't seem potable with weird taste. I have seen people active until mid-night, but never thought they will be the same early morning too. Irrespective of timing, we are sure to get anything if we go out to a restuarant or a roadside dhaba. 100 bucks can fully serve and make 5-6 people happy. 

Touring whole India is not a problem anymore for me which I did in many occasions with my collge mates. We take risk by going without any tickets in the general class. The best part of it is we take risk and that's the greatest enjoyment.  Restuarants are plenty along the highway 24*7 with steaming indian foods ready to be served. Ofcourse, surrounding looks little messy with litters all around. They may be deligent to keep it clean, but it is something unquestionable considering the population. The altitude near my place reads 23m above sea level which makes the atmosphere very humid and suffocating. However, with my acceptance to the place , I take it as the place worth living as I am pursuing my studies for my own sake. 

It isn't uncommon to see people defecating in the open air  along side the road. At times, the scene is just too yucky to see people all over replying nature's call and I am with no words to manifest it descriptively. If we are to firmly believe our mythology, everyday will be a bad day as such scenes are common and bound to be seen if you are out of the room. I don't mean to be contemptuous by saying all this since it is thier way of life. One can either turn away by not deviating into sideways from your path or get to see the worst scene of the day right in the morning. I don't consider it as a badluck or anything, but the scene nearly puked me several times.

1 comment:

  1. Jigme, it's true that Bhutanese are not hardworking as Indians and other foreigners. If we follow their suit, it would be a lot of contribution to nation and ourselves. Dignity of labor is nowhere in us.