Xenophobia

In simple words "I do like strangers"... This is what I have realized after 23 years of being born... I am not able to categorize the aspects 'Change for good', 'change for bad'... I have never understood the difference between these. Because... one will gradually undergo a metamorphosis into another... from an ugly tadpole to an uglier frog... I do not like frogs too... I loathed the fact that I had to move always from my home to my job. Bangalore... 26 sept I had to report for my training to ILP... How much I did not like it. The feeling of hatred was lessened thanks to my huge gang of frens. But when I entered my classroom (which I know for sure... were torture chambers)... I saw loads of living things of varying sizes, shapes, colors, speaking a language that sounded harsh on my ears... scattered around the room. I could not believe that I was actually there with 'strangers'...

I do not like them cos... I have to begin from the scratch, make pleasant conversations with them, and ask them questions that will not mean anything to me... like... 'Where you are from, what do your folks back home do...? (even if her/his father was saddam hussain, would he be a worse person), It is nice meeting you (How can u say it is nice, its feels like someone is churning my intestine when I hear this.)'.

Once someone I had just met said... "Hey, it is nice meeting you...” I wanted to hold him at his throat and ask him... 'What was nice, you moron....’... But you know people with good manners do not do it... So had to stop myself.

Back to where I had stopped, ILP: the class full of living things were chattering away in various Dravidian Langs. I do not know Tamil, Telugu and Malayalam. They wanted me to laugh at a joke... Bloody hell. The joke was in some strange dialect... and I wanted to jump out of the window. But the room had an AC... And no windows.

I stuck close to my buddies, 3 of them from my college. I just would not let them go. I was labeled arrogant, self centered, a person who thot she knew it all. Okay... So?? Then began the classes. Walked in the trainer... Even the living thing that crawled in belonged to the genus of the other living things…they all croaked with the same tune. Argh. Yuck.. The breaks were a breather.. I ran to my frens. The moment I saw them, I realized that life is not that bad after all.
But then now when I think of it all... it was not that torturous. Pretty tolerable. It was my own perception of things that has changed. When ever I know I am going to be disconcerted by a xeno, I reply with a cute - "Hello, Im fine. Hope you are good too".. Since, I assume that they are good, I do not give them a chance to reply and fire me with their litany of woes..