People at my department, looked at me in a strange way, during those initial days. I wondered why. I presumed this, even before i started attending classes. Mother too supported my thoughts. I shrugged such ideas. Why would anybody treat me in a different manner?
They would, because i'm from Bengalooru. I never thought that this particular noun had weight attached to it.
My classmates, hardly spoke to me, during those initial days. The reason, i assume, is that i would throw airs, you know, having studied at MCC, and being a Banglorean(for want of the revised term) and all that. So what?!
Do i sport a pair of fancy horns, because of these two factors. It makes one feel out-of-place.
This turned to be more evident as time passed. Whenever i hummed a kannada track, my classmates looked askance at me. The same thing happened when i started using kannada in my everyday speech. Like i've descended from some alien planet.
It's not pleasant, mind you. I've had people asking me weird questions when i went forward to help around in the department. It's very strange.
When fresh faces join in as juniors in the forthcoming academic year, i don't want the same treatment meted to them. It does make one feel queer. It, definately is not likeable.