Of whatever so called student life I spent in Oslo, I will mention few events organized by the student body-INSA. We arrived late in Oslo, only after we finished our term- so the introduction week was over. Most of intermingling was done. It would have been great to be a part of those but anyway-same logic of we barely staying in the city so not much lost in not knowing people.
My brush with people was limited to my flatmates, my landlord-actually a student who sublet me her room, and few parties of college.
To begin with, we tried but could not take a combined accommodation. But I got someone to sublet me a room which was cheaper and also saved me from the initial deposit. My room was next to the same building where I was initially stationed. I shared that house with four others- Larisa from Ukraine, Neil from Australia, Manthus from Lithuania and Hilde from Norway. Larisa was student in same college and had finished her studies. She was staying back in Norway as she had no clue what to do after she broke off from her Norwegian boyfriend. She eventually got a job to carry on in Norway. She was a proper party person which was very much like me in Oslo. Manthus was someone I spoke the most. He was hard working, not from a very affluent family. So he spent most of his time studying, doing part time jobs and cooking food-mostly rice and mushrooms-cheapest option. He always threw mushrooms later as they tasted bad!
Neil was ditto. Just a traveler. Either he was travelling or I was. Whenever we met, we exchanged notes on places and journeys. UHJU was a simple girl from Norway village. She would almost always keep to herself and make muffins when her boyfriend was visiting. Nice peaceful people. It was great to know them.
Rest of the experience came from parties at SHNAS-student housing of BI. I attended Vengaboys concert there. Lols to that. I would as a kid- do pelvic thrusts on ‘We’re going to ibiza’ it was funy to attend that concert. Vengaboys have lost charm now and hold no craze whatsoever. Only a college crows can appreciate them- for the sake of reviving childhood memories.
Then there was Halloween party. That-I enjoyed as hell. I love parties-themes, costumes-can’t get enough of that. Halloweens was best way to do that. I mixed and matched the dress from Greece, mask from Venice and reached there. I met this Norwegian-who flirted as hell and danced with me all through the party- asking to meet up next day to take me to a good Indian lunch. A casual meeting- I didn’t bother to honor beyond Facebook friendship naturally.
Then there was BI-inner. The monthly custom where few student get together to cook a particular cuisine for all exchange students. I never had as much fun. I know I always say that. I met Vi there. A French student originally from Combodia. It was Mediterranean dinner. Making food together was great fun. After dinner was served, we also stole a champagne from refrigerator (God forgive us since the whole dinner is convened by a father)
The last party was Diwali at Kringsja. I met Ruchir there- he was from Bombay. We regretted not knowing each other sooner- as I was leaving in two days. Would have been easier to have an Indian around. That diwali party was weird in many ways- I was the only Indian girl. I was only one not in saree! I met many Pakistanis who thought Indian women are beautiful and outgoing (?). For some reasons, wanted pictures with me, and I met other Europeans who loved Indian dance and thought I danced well. They are all so stiff that a simple ‘thumka’ drives them crazy!
I loved the essence and the way students enjoy there. The parties, get together, trips etc. are crazy. They are almost always broke, have kitchen parties with leftover beers-but have fun. And not to even mention the theme parties-vampire, traffic signal, salsa, black and white- all ads twist to gatherings. It was so me!
My brush with people was limited to my flatmates, my landlord-actually a student who sublet me her room, and few parties of college.
To begin with, we tried but could not take a combined accommodation. But I got someone to sublet me a room which was cheaper and also saved me from the initial deposit. My room was next to the same building where I was initially stationed. I shared that house with four others- Larisa from Ukraine, Neil from Australia, Manthus from Lithuania and Hilde from Norway. Larisa was student in same college and had finished her studies. She was staying back in Norway as she had no clue what to do after she broke off from her Norwegian boyfriend. She eventually got a job to carry on in Norway. She was a proper party person which was very much like me in Oslo. Manthus was someone I spoke the most. He was hard working, not from a very affluent family. So he spent most of his time studying, doing part time jobs and cooking food-mostly rice and mushrooms-cheapest option. He always threw mushrooms later as they tasted bad!
Neil was ditto. Just a traveler. Either he was travelling or I was. Whenever we met, we exchanged notes on places and journeys. UHJU was a simple girl from Norway village. She would almost always keep to herself and make muffins when her boyfriend was visiting. Nice peaceful people. It was great to know them.
Rest of the experience came from parties at SHNAS-student housing of BI. I attended Vengaboys concert there. Lols to that. I would as a kid- do pelvic thrusts on ‘We’re going to ibiza’ it was funy to attend that concert. Vengaboys have lost charm now and hold no craze whatsoever. Only a college crows can appreciate them- for the sake of reviving childhood memories.
Then there was Halloween party. That-I enjoyed as hell. I love parties-themes, costumes-can’t get enough of that. Halloweens was best way to do that. I mixed and matched the dress from Greece, mask from Venice and reached there. I met this Norwegian-who flirted as hell and danced with me all through the party- asking to meet up next day to take me to a good Indian lunch. A casual meeting- I didn’t bother to honor beyond Facebook friendship naturally.
Then there was BI-inner. The monthly custom where few student get together to cook a particular cuisine for all exchange students. I never had as much fun. I know I always say that. I met Vi there. A French student originally from Combodia. It was Mediterranean dinner. Making food together was great fun. After dinner was served, we also stole a champagne from refrigerator (God forgive us since the whole dinner is convened by a father)
The last party was Diwali at Kringsja. I met Ruchir there- he was from Bombay. We regretted not knowing each other sooner- as I was leaving in two days. Would have been easier to have an Indian around. That diwali party was weird in many ways- I was the only Indian girl. I was only one not in saree! I met many Pakistanis who thought Indian women are beautiful and outgoing (?). For some reasons, wanted pictures with me, and I met other Europeans who loved Indian dance and thought I danced well. They are all so stiff that a simple ‘thumka’ drives them crazy!
I loved the essence and the way students enjoy there. The parties, get together, trips etc. are crazy. They are almost always broke, have kitchen parties with leftover beers-but have fun. And not to even mention the theme parties-vampire, traffic signal, salsa, black and white- all ads twist to gatherings. It was so me!
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