After 6 months of travail at Cardiff, UK as a production support person for a mission critical system, there was a welcome change in my life. As my tenure was over, the management had decided to transfer me to London for a development work there by extending my stay at Onsite. I was very excited about staying and working in London but at the same lamented about missing Cardiff and Cardiff friends. I was very apprehensive about my accommodation in London as nothing was confirmed. Except for one of my friends who was already in London, I did not know anybody that time. As the project belonged to Kolkata TCS all my colleagues were from West Bengal. With all these dreads surrounding me, I headed my way to London.
All my colleagues were staying in a Paying Guest run by a Gujarati. Its not a proper PG. Most of the Gujjus in London rent a house with 3 or 4 bed room, they stay in 1 and leave remaining 3 for PG. I decided to stay there for time being till I find a better accommodation. But I could not become adapted to that milieu as a small room was shared by 4 persons and 2 rest rooms were shared by 12 people! Though the food provided was good and more importantly pure Vegetarian, some how I felt very uncomfortable staying there and decided to move out immediately.
During my previous junkets to London, I had visited East Ham for having food. East Ham is a Tamilian enclave. You can find the shop names written in Tamil. You can find Saravana Bhavan, Vasantha Bhavan and all hotels of that genre. After few months of eating only rice and North Indian food at Cardiff, having Idli,Dosa with coconut chatni at East Ham was a treat for my gustatory glands. My friend told that I can find the list of available accommodations in front of all the shops near East Ham tube station. One fine evening I rushed there and noted down all single room accommodations and finally got settled with one in East Ham itself there by ensuring good food π
Oh! sorry…some how we have digressed from the actual subject. Lets come back to my lovely London life. My office was not at all in London. It was in Brentwood which was on the way from London to Ipswich. There was a train starting from Liverpool station which I can catch at Manor Park (the near by station from my place) which will take me straight to Brentwood, but I have to shell out 60 Pounds a week. Alternatively, I have to go by bus from my place to Manor Park, catch the same train, get down at Romford instead of Brentwood, catch another bus from there to Brentwood which would cost me only 22 Pounds a week. I chose the later like most of the other desis. Problem with UK is, be it a train or a bus, it comes on time. But we Indians are never used to such kind of strict punctuality. I had to wake up by 6’O clock every day, rush to the station to catch the 7:45 train, reach bus stop on time to catch the 8:30 bus to reach office by 9. It was a 1.5 hrs of journey from my place.
My customer manager was a Scottish born whose accent most of the times makes you scratch your head and tell him ‘Pardon me’. My colleagues were Bengalis who never discussed about anything in Hindi or English. So I was clueless for the first few days about what was going on…if that was the case, why the hell I am calling my London life as βLovelyβ? It is because of the fun filled weekends I had in London.
Through my friend, I was introduced to a BIG group of TCS guys from Chennai. Most of them were of my age and were working in a different office which was at the center of London. All the guys were down to earth and fun loving. We formed a group and started playing cricket every weekend at the near by park. If we start by 12 PM after having a heavy lunch at Suvai Chettinad Restaurant, it went on till 8 PM in the evening (Sun light was there till 10!). It was the time when World Cup was going on…if there was any Indian team match, we promptly assemble at one of our guy’s room and make as much as noise as possible…If there was no cricket, then people can spot us at Central London…There was no place left in London without our foot prints. If every thing is boring and nobody gives company, I used to go to Piccadilli Circus and do shopping or window shopping (mostly) in the shops in and around Oxford Street and Oxford Circus. Such a lovely ambience in the shops…a nice way to pass time is shopping, at least window shopping if you are bothered about your budget crippling you π
During the weekends, the tube, especially the Central line is always overcrowded…u can see people of all ethnicities in London…a true cosmopolitan city…girls at London are a treat to watch…but I feel a desi in a saree titillates more than a blonde in a dΓ©colletΓ© frock…don’t know whether this is the case only with me or all the desi guys out there abroad…Paki gals in London deserve a special mention here…at times, our group use to curse Gandhi for accepting Jinnah’s proposal of 2 separate nations…
I never felt like staying away from home because of the new friends I got at London…I was there in London only for two months and a few more days… but the fantastic time we had will never be forgotten…