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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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