What It Means To Be A South Indian At XLRI Jamshedpur
Having spent the entirety of my life in the Southern states of the country, travelling to XLRI meant crossing the invisible wall into the East. 6 hours after boarding the flight, I landed at Calcutta. I could barely differentiate between Hindi and Bengali. Thanks to the relentless efforts of my parents, despite my best interests, I had learned the syllables of the Hindi language. I shall call the Hindi that I know ‘Uber Hindi’ - for that’s the bare minimum required to survive a chatty uber driver (Haan bhayya, teek hai etc.).







