South african invasion!!

Hey there..so this one is going to talk about the south africans who came to Cochin. This happened when I was in my 11th grade, in this school called Bharatiya Vidhya Bhavan close to my place. The school was part of this chain of schools all over the world, nice enough place. In our 11th grade we suddenly came to know that we had some kinda exchange program going on with this one school in a place called Chatsworth, in Durban South Africa. The teachers were asking around as to whether anyone would be interested in hosting some of these kids who were coming over.

Due to the unbelievable monotony of the 11th a few people were all for hosting 'some of these kids', including yours truly.

While initially we did not have enough hosts when the day came we had too many people vying for hosting these kids, until ultimately there was one of those market fights, in which there is like one onion left and this thin lady places her hand on it thinking to buy it. Just at that moment, this large beefy hand lands on her hand and it is connected to this large beefy lady who says in an extremely gruff and butch kind of voice "I saw it foist".

(for those of you folks who are trying to figure out what the words 'foist' means, try saying it a little faster than normal, and you will find that it sounds like the word 'first'....yea I know...amazing aint it?..do you also see the huge sign titled SARCASM glowing on my head....? you do?...good...money well spent)

Then the thin lady retorts in an extremely thin and screechy kind of voice "I laid my hand on it first"

for the sake of convenience lets call the thin one olive, and the fat one bluto.

Bluto: So why dont you remove your hand from it first?

Olive: i cant.

Bluto: Why not?

Olive: Theres a slab of granite placed on it.

Bluto: A slab of....oh wait...OH ARE YOU CALLING MY HAND A SLAB OF GRANITE?

Olive: Your hand? Oh no, I was just referring to your fingers alone.

Bluto: Why you....(BIFF)

Olive:(Dodge and BAM!!)

the combat begins....you can almost visualize this old chinese sorcerer dude sitting in this raised throne kinda thing, waiting for the fight to end, and then saying to the victor "FINISH HIM/HER". Weird how I had to make him a politically correct sorcerer.

well, the struggle to get the chance to host these exchange students was akin to the above. It did get kinda dirty with a few people even goin so far as to discredit the others.

At the end of it all, I was selected along with a few others to be the hosts.

There were four girls and one guy (yea, love the ratio..). They were given frikkin VIP treatment from the very first and it was super weird for us. There were a lot of the kids who did not know better than to stare at them when they walked around in school which only served to increase their opinion of themselves.

The guy who was staying at my place was named Kreasen Naidoo of which the Indian equivalent is Krishnan Naidu. Oh, did I forget to mention that these kids were not south africans as in true south africans, they were the kids of Indians who had migrated to SA long back. One thing which I have found out is that Indian kids growing up anywhere other than in India stand a good chance of getting really really messed up. There is a weird kind of fusion of cultures which leaves in its wake an abomination in place of any cultural identity.

However to be honest this guy was not all that bad, we got along well, he gelled kinda good with my family too. It was an interesting time.

Now comes the real interesting stuff. So like I said there were four girls along with them. While two of these girls , Prindhavani and Indrani stayed along with this one classmate of mine called Vaani. The other two, Melissa and Jennifer stayed along with this other classmate named Anjali.

Now, my best bud during those days was this guy called Vysakh, and one day while he was hanging out with Anjali, Melissa and Jennifer. The topic of crushes came up and guess whos name Jennifer mentioned. Yea, my name. I had talked to her a few times, sung for them not a few times, and generally hung out with them a lot. I had noticed her to be a well brought up, kind, sensitive and decent girl which was saying a lot. To top it all off she was quite beautiful.

So what did I say?

"No, I hardly know her, and shes leaving in a few days, there cannot possibly be anything here"

yea, thats what I should have said.

This is what my actual reply went like

"WHOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...."

so yea, thats it for this post, more about this on the next one.. on hindsight, this post was not as interesting as I thought it would be, but anyway, I had wanted to record all of this for quite some time now, I guess this is as good a chance as any,

magus.