Respecting our Differences
Reminiscing about my time in Hyderabad when I started working for Infosys and had to live in a PG. Our group comprised of 4 girls in the same flat, with 2 girls in the adjoining flat. Two girls from Delhi, One from Faridabad, One from Mumbai, One from Kerala and me from UP. The language we spoke with each other was pure 'hindustani'. One would say 'Oye', other would say 'Tu kar le', one saying, 'Code mein locha hogaya', me saying 'Uljhan ho rahi hai' and our innocent Malyali friend trying to grasp the 'core' of the whole conversation. But we always understood each other. Sharing the same cupboard with my room mate, where left side her 'Krishan ji moorti' and prayer book was placed. Right side my 'Jaanamaz' and Quran were placed. Me and my room mate coming from office at the same time, she did her Pooja and I read namaz in the same room, at the same time. But we always had the space we needed. Any of the other frie...