Electric soup... thudz 'pure dead brilliant' mayt!

I've heard it rains a lot in Scotland, now how true is this? 'Aye mayt, nodda lod... jusda teeny weeny bid, nae bother mayt...', sorry, can you repeat that the lad said, 'psst... dude did you get that, asked Guldu...' pat came the reply from the cabbie 'nodda lod auf rayn mayt, jusda bid... thudz ull'... too flabbergast to respond, the lad resigned to his fate, must be the air pressure in the aircraft, so much for first time travelling, wondered the lad!

Guldu felt a nudge, and woke up with a start, 'hey... the board reads Eurohostel', he said, 'we'll meet at the induction for international students tomorrow' said the lad, who was somewhere in the transition between frenzied excitement and numbing fatigue... 'Aye mayt, 29 St. Mungo Avenue... 13 quid please'... the lad felt something struck him really hard... et voila it was the 'gibberish' which rattled him out of sweet precious sleep. The cabbie helped him with his bags, and said again, '13 quid mayt' , flexing his arm with an intimidating eagle, and a huge anchor tattooed oh his left arm... 'err... not sure I understood, how much?' asked the embarassed lad... the cabbie pulled out a piece of paper, and scribbled '13 Pounds please'... blushingly the lad handed over the money and the cabbie zoomed away.

Someone come running by with all gusto, too tired to react the lad just watched the guy close in... 'Hi, I'm EmEm, so you finally arrived... let me help you with your bags, this way...' of course this was the same EmEm who'd very graciously agreed to host the lad temporarily until the student accommodation opened... in a fit of delirium, the lad had forgotten that he'd called EmEm from the airport, informing him of his arrival!

'Did you understand the cabbie at all?' asked EmEm, 'eh no, not much, he sounded as though he had verbal diarrhoeoa...' said the lad. EmEm burst out laughing... 'Welcome to Glasgow, and you got your first dose of Glaswegian' said EmEm! Soon enough, 'Nae bother, wee, quid...' etc. were to become an inseparable part of the lad's new Glaswegian life. 

'How do I get to the University, guess I'll finish all the enrolment stuff...' said the lad, whose enthusiasm had managed a come back, thanks to some Indian bread and curried lentils (a.k.a roti and dal ;-))... 'I'll take you there, it's just a short walk' said EmEm. Walking through a maze of buildings, every sight gave the lad goosebumps of excitement... the sheer variety of architecture, a harmonious blend of ancient and modern, culminating with a grand red sandstone building - 'Royal College Building - Department of Electronic and Electrical Engineering' read the board... 'I'll wait for you here, said EmEm... in went the lad, and found himself in a huge hall where scores of students were being enrolled, he didn't have to wait for very long for a the customary 'mugshot', and had a shiny new student card in no time... 'Welcome to Strathclyde!' said the woman behind the desk. Informing his folks back home of all uneventful proceedings, the lad now felt his sinews ache... screaming, begging, pleading for delicious sleep!

The lad felt something radiating up his face, he groggily opened his eyes, only to let the sunlight caress his visage... 'slept well?' asked EmEm... 'oh like a log... seems like a beautiful day' remarked the lad. 'I'll help you move in to the student hall' said EmEm. After a sumptuous breakfast of eggs-sunny side up, some toast and marmalade, washed down with copious amounts of tea, the lad readied his bags for the move to the student hall. Deafening silence greeted the lad at the student hall... 'Blimey! why is it so silent in here... this place looks deserted' said the lad to EmEm... who replied back 'This was supposed to be a lunatic asylum bang on in the city centre, and was converted into a student hall sometime ago, even I lived here before I realized I would lose my sanity...' grinned EmEm, who then took leave, and promised to meet up the next day. The lad reciprocated with a feeble smile, 'Indeed, imagine living here' he thought... It wouldn't take too long for the lad to realize that this 'asylum' would soon become the epicentre of all fun and frolic in Glasgow!

The door of flat 2/7 creaked open, 'somebody's already here, wonder who my flatmates are...' said the lad to himself. Suddenly, a huge hand stroked the lad's back... startled he turned around... 'Hi, I'm Ess, just arrived today, looks like we're flatmates for the rest of the year then...' said a stout guy (back to the present - last seen of, this guy was busy setting 'benchmarks' in growing horizontally ;-))... 'I've seen this guy somewhere... where, where, where?...' suddenly as in a flash of enlightenment, cried out the lad, 'but yes! did you ever take the Brilliantz course at EmSeeSee in Bangalore... I'm sure I've seen you there...' (back to the present - the course at EmSeeSee in bangalore was of course just a pretext, for people went there for an altogether different reason... something more earthly ;-) more delineations in a future post). 'Bingo man... some memory you've got eh...' said Ess, and squeezed the lad's hand so forcefully, that the lad howled in pain... Indeed Ess was also from Bangalore, and the lad instantly gelled with him, and gave him a nick name that very instant... 'Muggah, I'm Cheeky...' said the lad, grinning widely... ' any idea who our other flatmate is?' asked Cheeky... 'first things first, I think your memory deserves a celebration, let's head out for a drink...' guffawed Muggah ;-)