Few things have engaged my mind since Ive came.
Coming to a new place,recognising the fact that I’ll live here for six months, is like being born again.I am born again (in a terribly cryptic sense), in a new environment where Ill need to learn to walk, eat, talk with these different people, in hope that I’ll learn how to laugh and cry with them soon.
It is very much like a baby does, all this “starting from square one”, picking life up from the basics, as they call it.
Needing to be brought around is not very different from mother changing your nappies.Everything is dependently simple, and these baby things frustrate my mind.
“What classes did you have today?”
…I’m four months and I learn how to walk.
“How long have you been at MICA?”
…I am two and I learn to pick up my fork.
“What places have you visited?”
….Two and a half, learning how to wear my socks.
And that is where conversation ends.Lovely superficial baby questions.
Life has barely begun.
People mollycuddle you because you are teensy weensy,cute, exotic and different, as an exhibit in a baby shower.We question and answer with too much earnesty to be believed.
I wish to grow up in the eyes of these people, these regulars who have been on the campus for years.I wish to be recognised as a mind that is complex and formed as an adult, sufficiently so, to pen what Ive written so far.
Engage me in complexities, stop being polite, at least hit me, or interest me, because I can take it.
OK,maybe its a mutual thing. I shall start being ugly and imperfect about things, for being nice, perfect and earnest brings us nowhere.
