Traveling in a local bus the other day I could not stop overhearing a conversation between two pretty young things sitting behind my seat. They were exchanging notes on guys who had been interested in them.
Suddenly one of them said, “Don’t tell, you interested in that Hindi medium types!” This is something which caught my attention. Hindi medium types! Sorry.. come again… what did you say?
Being myself a Hindi medium type, from DAV Lakkar Bazaar, I wonder what is wrong with us, the Hindi medium types (HMTs). We had the best of education, a whaling time on playgrounds, can read and speak fluent Hindi unless like our more unfortunate ‘country’ cousins from the public schools. When it comes to speaking English, we become the ‘country’ cousins though. But hey.. girley… you only wanna see how good the guy is speaking English in front of your friends. That’s it!
Learning to speak fluent English for us, HMTs, is a Herculean task. I remember in school we had our science studies in Hindi. I was well versed with all the siddhant (principles) in physics and expert in solving mathematical equations in Hindi. It was a different matter all together that I could not make a difference between principle and principal till very late in life. So do we HMTs miss out on not being on the ‘principle’ list of the ‘hip’ girls. Na.. I guess I would have loved to hate someone who would be correcting my grammar everyday, whereas we should’ve been doing more interesting things like checking geography 🙂
My better half found this ‘useless’ HMT. Geetali Tare may cry hoarse about missing theater in Shimla but I met my soul mate in the back stage of Kalibari hall and Gaiety theatre. She used to perform for her school and I would be there to cheer up mine but eventually ended up cheering the wrong one! No where in our courtship (it was for 14 years!) the matter of HMTs or PSTs (public school types) ever came up. Love happened gradually.
Love involves respect and one has to earn it from your partner. My better half shifted to the apple farm after marriage and stayed there for three years tending to the farm, the cattle. It was a collective decision. She married me when I had left my well paying job in Ahmedabad and was settling back in the hills. This after her having a sheltered life in Shimla and some great schooling. Better than mine at least!
There is too much to be experienced in courtship. Never ever court anyone judging his/her back ground or the wallet. Let it happen!