On a Train

24.10.2012

So far, I’ve borrowed two pairs of earphones that don’t work from my neighbour on the train. We’ve decided to call a truce and have a conversation instead. He tells me this is the second time in his life that he’s travelling by train. It’s easy to tell how much he hates it.

He’s going back home after a year. Home to Kashmir, after finishing two of the four years of civil engineering from a well-known university in Chennai.

“So how do you like Chennai?”

This is my idea of making pleasant conversation.

“I hate it.”

His idea of making polite conversation. “And where are you from?”

“Chennai,” I tell him apologetically.

I offer him the samosas I brought from home and he grimaces. “Chennai ki khushboo.”

He apologises for hating Chennai so much. I’m not sure how to reassure. In my head, I’m annoyed with all these North Indians who hate the South.

Then he tells me stories of how he and his friends are pulled up by cops all the time and checked because they’re Kashmiri, of how hostels are careful about giving them place to stay because they’re Kashmiri, of how everyone here treats them with so much caution because they’re Kashmiri, and he doesn’t understand why.

“It’s as if people here actually think all Kashmiris are terrorists,” A fake smile, “But there are good people here, of course.”

I throw the samosas away.

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7 comments

  1. Vijay

    we live in a world of perceptions. maybe dreaming that we are awake. or in denial. I can relate to what you have referred to in this note. failed mass communication?

  2. Vijay

    please do not debate article 370 in public domain. entropy’s law. any act trying to reduce chaos adds to the chaos.love. papa

  3. I’ve had Manipuri roommates go through this stuff… the stereotype that all north-eastern women are easy. They used even lament that people in South don’t even consider them to be Indians. 😦

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