My next experience, my next story is about this boy who comes from the land of beautiful women. Yes, you guessed it right. Its Brazil. He looks so Italian, but still is so Brazilian. Actually, his roots do come from Italy. Obviously, he loves his football as much as I do. He was in India for voluntary work, helping out unprivileged children in New Delhi. How awesome is that. Then came the time to explore this gigantic country of multiple cultures and religions. One thing everyone should know about India is every state is very unique in its own way and has its own state language. India has 23 official languages and around 16,000 unofficial languages. Yes, that’s insanely crazy. Every Indian on an average speaks around 4-5 languages. This Brazilian boy initially felt kind of lost in the country, initially every western traveler feels that. Well, here comes my part to make them feel at home.
Ederli Ricardo Covolan Picinatto is his name. I called him Ricardo. When you first look at him, he is this muscular macho guy who can take you down in one punch. To my surprise, there was such a fun loving child inside him, who loves to have a good time. He loves dancing and he loves drinking. I have never ever seen a guy who laughs so much. His laugh is so contagious that it creates a zone of happiness around you. He is the first Brazilian and South American I had met. How could I control my curiosity of not knowing almost everything about Brazil. He comes from this small town of Catanduvas from the state of Santa Catarina. He told me so much about Brazilian culture. How much of an important role football plays in the lives of kids in Brazil. They love their carnival and samba !!!
Now came the time to make him feel at home. Bring out the beers. We went out, got some beers and the crazy conversations began. My goodness, this guy is a nuclear bomb of humor, energy and enthusiasm. Beer, a guy like Ricardo around, is all you need to have an eventful evening. I took him to TOIT, this is one of the most happening places in Bangalore. We met few other friends there. It was totally a fun evening. Now, this is the part I hate the most. The time to bid adieu. I had no idea, when was I going to see this amazing person again, will I or will I not. I always make these promises to myself, that I’m going to put in all my efforts to meet all these amazing people again, who truly left their mark on my life. In the end its only memories and relationships that we will take to our grave, nothing else. Yes, I’m going to Brazil. I don’t know when, but I’m going. To meet Ricardo and his beautiful country. To meet his people and embrace his country’s beautiful culture. Unfortunately, we couldn’t click a picture together as we were so busy talking. Now I really need to go to Brazil to get our picture clicked