u/Alaric_44

It’s got my panties in a twist— I’ll begin with that.
For those who don’t have the context, I’d suggest you check my last post. In short, I’ve moved out at 17, to Jaipur, and I live in a PG now.

Overall, it’s been alright. I discover new things everyday. Some shocking, others pleasant.
First, I’d like to address the fact that I now know with certainty, why I felt like “I don’t fit in”. And it’s not just homesickness.
Actually, before arriving in this city I had the opportunity to hop on call with a local here, and his words were very memorable— “Jaipur kyu aana hai, bekaar me future barbaad karo apne bacche ka, delhi jao. yahan toh saara hindi medium crowd hai.”

I thought I should ignore his warning. Yet… it has struck true.
I have two boys, who go to LPT with me, right here in my PG. One of them, let’s call him “G”— the guy who you’ll see sitting at his bed, either studying or sleeping. He’s very open about his struggles, you might even say he plays a victim card. “Aree mera toh kuch ho hi nahi raha, marks nahi aa rahe, only five hours of study” (he gets around 40-50). But to be fair, I’ll call it small mentality. And there’s a reason for that. As a conversation struck between us, he admitted a decisive detail. He has done his education from Hindi Medium. All along.

Now, it’s not something crazy on it’s own, but when you sit in an exam that tests your English prowess, that is BUILT for people with advance comprehension skills and a grasp over the language, you are already sitting with a massive friction. It also explains a lot. How you think, how wide are your horizons. Everything. So for someone to come here, from hindi medium, live and pay for a PG, to go to an expensive coaching— and not having English education at all, is difficult. He cannot spell “Legal”. He spells it “Legel”

And if you thought that was surprising? I’ve got a lot more in store for you. The OTHER guy in my PG— the only right name for him would be “WAYH” (why are you here?)
He tried to talk to me every now and then, “bhaiya ye kaise karu, bhaiya woh kaise karu”
I told him I don’t have his answers. And it showed in the way he could not understand simple examples. You can assess somebody’s cognitive ability via a good conversation. I always thought it was low in him. Couldn’t figure out why.
Then, I get the news from ‘G’ that ‘WYAH’ has scored 11 in his last mock. ELEVEN, in an AILET mock. So that’s 11/150.
I wondered why he’s like this, and you might too.

Turns out he’s uneducated….literally.
YES. HE TOLD ME THAT HE HAS NOT RECEIVED FORMAL EDUCATION— NEITHER ENGLISH NOR HINDI.

“Mai school nahi jaata tha 10th class tak. Mujhe pasand nahi tha, teachers daat te aur maarte the, aur fir mai apna aap ko kamre me band kar leta tha subah subah, mummy papa se bohot ladai hoti thi, magar mai nahi maanta tha, jab bus chali jaati thi, tab hi kholta tha.”

…..

You heard that right. He has not recieved formal education. Usko toh english palle hi nahi padti. Literally. LITERALLY. English ki class me he’s so bad, he told the teacher “sir ye ye hua, mai school nahi jaata tha ye woh, teachers daya khaake pass karte the” toh English teacher ne bhi apne haath khade kar liye, and FOR THE RIGHT REASONS.
Maths me, he does not understand basic fractions. What is a numerator, what is a denominator— he doesn’t know.

FUCKING WHY ARE YOU HERE!? MAI TOH WAHI KEH RAHA HU, WHY WOULD YOU COME HERE IF YOU DONT EVEN HAVE ANY FORMAL EDUCATION!? CLAT toh gaand hi faad dega aapki 😭
Aur kaunse maa baap hai jo apne anpadh bacche ko CLAT ke exam me bhej rahe hai? Literally the worst exam you could have chosen.

Would be hella poetic if he makes it, but he’s not gonna make it. 100% guarantee. After he begged the english teacher, he said “aree tum nursery wale baccho ki kahaniya padh liya karo yaar”— just to get rid of him we all know.

And fir? Maths ki class hui, MATHS KI CLASS ME BENCH KE NEECHE PHONE CHALA RAHA HAI, AUR KIDS BOOKS SURF KAR RAHA HAI 😨😨 aree? Fir kehta hai mere se ho nahi raha.

Anyways, enough about this. Ye reading comprehension bohot lamba ho gaya for you people, I will keep blogging my life in Jaipur— I hope you guys like listening to my crazy adventures 😍 anybody who does? MWAAAH THANKS 😘

(FUCK ANYONE WHO THINKS IT’S AI. IT’S NOT AI. Focus on the flow of the language. Just because I write well does not mean it’s AI.)

Yes, you heard that right.
This is, officially my Day 2 in Jaipur.
I’ve migrated for this exam. And it’s…a very new feeling, very odd feeling. As a single child, I’ve never lived with others, and I’m in a PG now.
If you want to talk objectively about the PG, it’s great. Spacious rooms, AC, Wifi, Shower and Bathtub. All the things.
But the company…is strange.
I’m out here living with random dudes, one or two of them I have been warned about.
One, smokes at random times I’ve heard. PW ka baccha, he arrives at the dinner table and the first thing he says is “ladki”
Ngas obsessed with “ladki ke saath baithunga” and “teri coaching me kitni ladkiya hai”

Weird ass.
I booked a dual sharing room. And I don’t have a roommate. In fact, these guys surprisingly took up all the rooms in triple sharing downstairs, god knows why. And now, I have the entire upper floor to myself.
All they come for here, is for when food is served (since the kitchen is just beside my room)

It’s 2:37 PM on a Sunday as I’m posting this. And it’s so, so quiet. My floor is empty. Don’t hear them downstairs either.

I don’t even get out of my room at all at usually. I just…lock myself in my room.
It’s all so strange.

The staff is hospitable, helpful.

But this entire ordeal is just…strange.
That’s all the words I can say.

You guys got any advice for me, a consolidation maybe?