Days of the Raj

I just finished a rambling blog on the moon. In it, I mentioned 'English' girls. Which made me remember this amusing comment.

I had entered Calicut Universtiy to master English Language and Literature. I did that to a certain extent. But filthy lucre stepped in between me and my mastering. I qualified in my MBA entrance exams. And so I switched courses in between.

Then, I fitted neither with the old, nor with the new. All my 'English' friends were preparing to bid farewell, and move on, while I had to stay back. My first semester, I was missing for most of my classes, as I was out with my 'English' friends. I was duly nicknamed 'Visiting Faculty' by my MBA classmates.

One day, I was in search of my English friends. I'd gone to all the places on campus that we used to frequent, but had drawn a blank. Finally, I asked a Phil. batchmate- Sivasankaran, whom I met on the crossroads whether he had seen the English people. He smiled and said no. I smiled back and we moved on. Then he added- I think they were last seen in 1947.