I miss saifai!
Well it's no big confession, I guess every alumni of UP RIMS n R (which, by the way, is UPUMS now) would be missing the once-so-dreaded-place... saifai...
It seems like yesterday (or the day before yesterday) I was roaming through the streets of saifai, driving my dugdugi (my scooty) through smooth and nowhere-else-to-be-found roads, wasn't I??
No I wasn't... It's more than a year now, a year and a month to be precise. And I am fully conscious of the fact that I'm accepting that I miss saifai...
Why I'm making it a point to state that I miss saifai, as if it was not supposed to be missed?? Yes, I wasn't supposed to miss saifai... I miss my friends and I used to feel that my friends, my batch mates, my juniors, my seniors, my teachers are the only reason, saifai was bearable... And if I'm ever gonna become nostalgic about the time period between, July 2010 and march 2016, then they would be the sole reason for that...
But I was wrong, no matter how much I hated saifai, no matter how much the things were out of place and out of administration, saifai is being missed by me...
Five and half years are long, I left home when I was 18, And that's how much I've been in my home , for 18 years, by home I mean "sarni"... Yeah my sarni... I missed it the moment I was out of there... My soul still resides there, and I still miss it... So when I started jumping from this place to that place I knew I'm not going to be at any place that longer, and I imagined I won't get attached to any place like I did to sarni... But I guess I was wrong...
I was a dependant person when I lived with parents. And in saifai, I had to deal with everything that was in-front of me, you know that feeling, when you are on your own, and you have to deal with all kinds of c&@p that life has to offer... Well that's how it was going on... I was no doubt financially supported by my father (for which I can never be enough grateful 😛) but I was pretty much on my own... And I learned so many lessons... I learned that you should not be over polite with certain people because then you'll be taken for granted by them... and that sometimes it's okay to let your emotions out in-front of your friends even if you feel doing that is stupid... I learned that you can have hell-of-fun with people but that doesn't make them your friend... And that sometimes help comes from the least expected of all the places...
And all of that, was not, always, a bad experience you know! Sometimes they were pleasant experiences too. I met bad people and I met some, very good people and above all of that I met myself... I explored myself... I guess that would be one of the biggest contributions of safai in my life...
It was a place where I knew every nook and cranny, because I needed to know, where a day off from the mess was not a panicky day, it was a day for feast... where when I was politely asked by one of my lecturer to get out of his class because I (and two of my friends) were late, I visited animal husbandry and the terrace of administrative block (where I'm pretty sure nobody has ever been to)
I roamed with my friends on the roads of saifai, which were still under construction, where I really got to do the only sport that I claim to like(I do like swimming 😁) at such affordable membership charges. Where in the morning I trained one of my senior to ride bicycle in a single day!(Nidhi mam you are talented)
I never had imagined that I would be mentioning Sheelu Bhaiya, and Sanjeev Bhaiya to my parents more than often... I never imagined that when the sun would be scorching and heat would be at its peak and I would have to live in a hostel once again, I would get reminded of the cooler that was very cheap but was very comforting... That when my mom would ask, ''do u wanna have a cup of tea?'' I would promptly ask her ''where? At Sheelu's or Chandan's?"... When my house is under-construction and there is sand and brick dust everywhere, I get reminded of the smell of that new hostel being build beside GH (girls hostel)... when I visited the NTS section of the college where I work now and saw those 1 BHK houses I got a glimpse of the past, the type B flats of faculty complex in saifai...
And whenever a stationary shopkeeper says, ''mam there is no such thing as highlighter ink'' I would say,''there is! I myself have bought it'' He would ask me again, ''in the name of god from where?''
I would answer with a sigh, ''from a shop, shukla ji's shop.... In Saifai''
Well it's no big confession, I guess every alumni of UP RIMS n R (which, by the way, is UPUMS now) would be missing the once-so-dreaded-place... saifai...
It seems like yesterday (or the day before yesterday) I was roaming through the streets of saifai, driving my dugdugi (my scooty) through smooth and nowhere-else-to-be-found roads, wasn't I??
No I wasn't... It's more than a year now, a year and a month to be precise. And I am fully conscious of the fact that I'm accepting that I miss saifai...
Why I'm making it a point to state that I miss saifai, as if it was not supposed to be missed?? Yes, I wasn't supposed to miss saifai... I miss my friends and I used to feel that my friends, my batch mates, my juniors, my seniors, my teachers are the only reason, saifai was bearable... And if I'm ever gonna become nostalgic about the time period between, July 2010 and march 2016, then they would be the sole reason for that...
But I was wrong, no matter how much I hated saifai, no matter how much the things were out of place and out of administration, saifai is being missed by me...
Five and half years are long, I left home when I was 18, And that's how much I've been in my home , for 18 years, by home I mean "sarni"... Yeah my sarni... I missed it the moment I was out of there... My soul still resides there, and I still miss it... So when I started jumping from this place to that place I knew I'm not going to be at any place that longer, and I imagined I won't get attached to any place like I did to sarni... But I guess I was wrong...
I was a dependant person when I lived with parents. And in saifai, I had to deal with everything that was in-front of me, you know that feeling, when you are on your own, and you have to deal with all kinds of c&@p that life has to offer... Well that's how it was going on... I was no doubt financially supported by my father (for which I can never be enough grateful 😛) but I was pretty much on my own... And I learned so many lessons... I learned that you should not be over polite with certain people because then you'll be taken for granted by them... and that sometimes it's okay to let your emotions out in-front of your friends even if you feel doing that is stupid... I learned that you can have hell-of-fun with people but that doesn't make them your friend... And that sometimes help comes from the least expected of all the places...
And all of that, was not, always, a bad experience you know! Sometimes they were pleasant experiences too. I met bad people and I met some, very good people and above all of that I met myself... I explored myself... I guess that would be one of the biggest contributions of safai in my life...
It was a place where I knew every nook and cranny, because I needed to know, where a day off from the mess was not a panicky day, it was a day for feast... where when I was politely asked by one of my lecturer to get out of his class because I (and two of my friends) were late, I visited animal husbandry and the terrace of administrative block (where I'm pretty sure nobody has ever been to)
I roamed with my friends on the roads of saifai, which were still under construction, where I really got to do the only sport that I claim to like(I do like swimming 😁) at such affordable membership charges. Where in the morning I trained one of my senior to ride bicycle in a single day!(Nidhi mam you are talented)
I never had imagined that I would be mentioning Sheelu Bhaiya, and Sanjeev Bhaiya to my parents more than often... I never imagined that when the sun would be scorching and heat would be at its peak and I would have to live in a hostel once again, I would get reminded of the cooler that was very cheap but was very comforting... That when my mom would ask, ''do u wanna have a cup of tea?'' I would promptly ask her ''where? At Sheelu's or Chandan's?"... When my house is under-construction and there is sand and brick dust everywhere, I get reminded of the smell of that new hostel being build beside GH (girls hostel)... when I visited the NTS section of the college where I work now and saw those 1 BHK houses I got a glimpse of the past, the type B flats of faculty complex in saifai...
And whenever a stationary shopkeeper says, ''mam there is no such thing as highlighter ink'' I would say,''there is! I myself have bought it'' He would ask me again, ''in the name of god from where?''
I would answer with a sigh, ''from a shop, shukla ji's shop.... In Saifai''
