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The New Automated Lost & Found
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Mon Oct 12 10:54:00 2015
Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2015 10:52:26 -0400
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The New Automated Lost & Found
Where?’ I gasped, trying to catch my breath.
I had two minutes left for my interview to start and I couldn’t ad
the room. Lost, I stopped whoever I could in the confusing corridors
of St. Stephens College to ask for directions.
Most students ignored me. Many sniggered. I wondered why. Well,
now I know. My accent. Back in 2004, my English was Bihari. I don’t
want to talk now like I did back then. It’s embarrassing. It wasn’t
English. It was 90 per cent Bihari Hindi mixed with 10 per cent really
bad English. For instance, this is what I had actually said: 'Cumty
room...bat!aieyega zara? Hamara interview hai na wahan... Mera khel
ka kota hai. Kis taraf hai?’
If I start speaking the way I did in those days, you’ll get a
headache. So I’m going to say everything in English, just imagine my
words in Bhojpuri-laced Hindi, with the worst possible English thrown
in.
‘Where you from, man?’ said a boy with hair longer than most
girls.
‘Me Madhav Jha from Dumraon, Bihar.’
His friends laughed. Over time, I learnt that people often ask what
they call a ‘rhetorical’ question—something they ask just to make a
point, not expecting an answer. Here, the point was to demonstrate that
I was an alien amongst them.
‘What are you interviewing for? Peon?' the long-haired boy said
and laughed.
I didn’t know enough English back then to be offended. Also, I
was in a hurry. ‘You know where it is?’ I said instead, looking at his
group of friends. They all seemed to be the rich, English types.
Another boy, short and fat, seemed to take pity on me and replied,
‘Take a left at the corner of the main red building and you’ll find a sign
for the committee room.’
‘Thank you,’ I said.This I knew how to say in English.
‘Can you read the sign in English?’ the boy with the long hair said.
His friends told him to leave me alone. I followed the fat boy’s
instructions and ran towards the red building.
I faced the first interview of my life. Three old men sat in front of
me. They looked like they had not smiled since their hair had turned
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I had two minutes left for my interview to start and I couldn’t ad
the room. Lost, I stopped whoever I could in the confusing corridors
of St. Stephens College to ask for directions.
Most students ignored me. Many sniggered. I wondered why. Well,
now I know. My accent. Back in 2004, my English was Bihari. I don’t
want to talk now like I did back then. It’s embarrassing. It wasn’t
English. It was 90 per cent Bihari Hindi mixed with 10 per cent really
bad English. For instance, this is what I had actually said: 'Cumty
room...bat!aieyega zara? Hamara interview hai na wahan... Mera khel
ka kota hai. Kis taraf hai?’
If I start speaking the way I did in those days, you’ll get a
headache. So I’m going to say everything in English, just imagine my
words in Bhojpuri-laced Hindi, with the worst possible English thrown
in.
‘Where you from, man?’ said a boy with hair longer than most
girls.
‘Me Madhav Jha from Dumraon, Bihar.’
His friends laughed. Over time, I learnt that people often ask what
they call a ‘rhetorical’ question—something they ask just to make a
point, not expecting an answer. Here, the point was to demonstrate that
I was an alien amongst them.
‘What are you interviewing for? Peon?' the long-haired boy said
and laughed.
I didn’t know enough English back then to be offended. Also, I
was in a hurry. ‘You know where it is?’ I said instead, looking at his
group of friends. They all seemed to be the rich, English types.
Another boy, short and fat, seemed to take pity on me and replied,
‘Take a left at the corner of the main red building and you’ll find a sign
for the committee room.’
‘Thank you,’ I said.This I knew how to say in English.
‘Can you read the sign in English?’ the boy with the long hair said.
His friends told him to leave me alone. I followed the fat boy’s
instructions and ran towards the red building.
I faced the first interview of my life. Three old men sat in front of
me. They looked like they had not smiled since their hair had turned
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