Recollections from the International Students’ Festival in Trondheim 2013
On our way to the ski resort, I sat with Kristian, one of the workshop leader, who laughs in a way I fail to describe. He inquires about Pakistan’s colonial past and I tell him how the British entered the subcontinent as traders. It seems that he was unaware of this British feat. I also learn a lesson on Nordic history from him.
At the Ski resort, I encounter school children, I call them ‘little angel’, radiating innocence and representing the purest form of life. The garish orange colored apron they wear make them look like oranges. I get a lesson on skiing and borrow Jolly Jay’s professional skis. I ski for the first time in my life and while striking the balance is difficult, skiing is such a wonderful experience. Needless to say, I slip and slide, glide and collide several times – a lesion is learned: Norwegians are born with skis on their feet.
|With permission from Chathuraka Kaushalya|
I have not dogs, not one, but two for lunch, garnished with mustard sauce and ketchup, along with hot chocolate. I meet the ‘face of ISFiT – the President’ wearing thick specs, delighted to see the result when students from all across the globe descend upon Trondheim –a Guinness World record is created.
|The ISFiT Guinness World Record. Source: isfit.org|
|Click by Megha Babbar|
Later, I borrow a snowboard, from Yassin, an Egyptian who hails from 6th October City and attaches an Arabic accent to English. Jay holds my hand while I snowboard as if though I’m his child. We end our day with the battles of the balls, mind it, snow balls. Snowballs are bombarded from every direction. Ksenija, a Montenegrin who I would like to visit in Podgorica, pushes snow into my torso. An aura of happiness surrounds us, as arch rival Megha would say it, an Indian who would never spare a chance at pointing a finger at you-know-who.