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.).

Anyway, there I was at Calcutta airport, making frantic gestures while trying to explain to my Uber Pool driver exactly where I was. Another 6 hours later, I found myself in Jamshedpur, trying to find my ride to college. Brilliant as I was, I tried bargaining with the autowalas. After turning down a few unwieldy ones, I found an auto driver who grabbed the luggage from my hand the moment he realized that I could count only up-to ‘pachis’ in Hindi. That was lesson one in Sales & Marketing – always make a fool out of the customer. Hence began my learning in Business Management.

Raghunathan S

XLRI (2018 - 2020), Comfortable with awkward silences


One comment

Nikhil Agrawal

Reading stories like this I don’t why but it motivates me so thanks for sharing your experience