From hell to the frying pan

It has taken me a lot of time to decide whether to write this post or not. The reason why I did not want to write earlier was that I did not wish to attract sympathy.

I had gone home. I was to come back that day by train. I had done my shopping and had reached the railway station 2 hours ahead of time. The moment I alighted from the metro and entered the station I had the feeling of independence. I felt great about it.

The station was full with people. It was middle of the day. My train was after two hours and I did not even know which platform it was on. So, I waited at the inquiry. I sat by one pillar facing downwards. I heard something weird. As if somebody just said something to me and went past. I looked up and it took me couple of seconds to realize that I was being flashed. Whoa! what a nasty experience. I let it go. But then that person frequented me with lecherous remarks. I had had enough of this guy. So I looked that guy in his eyes, and then walked towards police inspector. After that I did not see the person again.

However the ordeal was not to end there. The inspector guy was of a dubious character. I had to explicitly explain to him twice in words what I saw and heard. And trust me it sounds awful when you say it in hindi. But I was very brave about it did not hesitate for a second. The policeman asked me to follow him. I thought it was for some report and he would ask me how that person looked. But instead that policeman offered me a cup of coffee and tried to chat. He even had the audacity to ask for my phone number. That time all I was thinking was how to get rid of him. But he would not leave my side. Alas, after 1 hour I could get rid of him on the pretext that I needed to catch the train.

Afterward, I reminisced and wondered if one such experience was not enough for the day. I was very happy and felt free and independent when I reached the railway station. And seconds later the whole incident happened. However, I remember that not for a second I felt traumatised or weak because of it. Instead i felt strong and dealt with it in the best possible manner, because I know things like this always happens and that to in the middle of the day. So, if you are girl do not get annoyed or depressed about such things. It is not our fault. Instead be open about it, spread awareness and raise your voice. And I guess that's what I am doing now.

Nostalgic

Less than two months are left and then we will leave this place. Finally I came to regard this place as home and its people as pseudo family. It is natural to feel nostalgic and the fact that I do not have a new place to look forward to in near future makes it even worse.

Many things have changed over the years, specially people have changed a lot. We were fresh, effervescent and naive and matured over the years. (The concept of maturity does not hold on me when it comes to "expression of self". This ability of mine usually lands me in trouble than doing any good. Yesterday I was accidentally in such a troublesome situation.)Even the campus is changing to meet the new demands. And an year later it may not be the same campus we remember.

I will miss the people, my room and laid back life style here. Priya and Tanu have been my best friends since the beginning. I will miss them a lot. And before this post turns to a thanking note, I will put an end to it and rush to department for BTP. This is my last week for BTP and I am trying to put and end to the tiring regime of 7 days a week. (That place is a black hole, regardless of what time I go there I usually can't escape before 10). Once I am done with that, I will try the first thing from my list of "must do things in last days of college".