Maktub- everything I have understood and not
Chennai- Mumbai- Paris- Somewhere in the US.
All in 3 days- planning, packing, panicking- in whatever order.
Leaving- the final step.
Arriving- the one after the final step.
Armed with numbers that are way too many digits long of random names of people I'll never call and apprehensions, I trudged through airports.
How's it- people ask. No aliens around. Or if there are- I haven’t seen any. I am but fresh off the boat.
Dont stay out late. This is not India- advises aplenty. I wish it was food instead.
Friends- sometimes the choices you make in life are not very wise. They are otherwise. To the most often asked question- "So, do you have many friends in the US?", I have to think before answering. To some people to whom I want to appear smarter than I am, I want to tell them a lot of wonderful sounding statements with important words. But words don’t come as and when you like them. I manage a "maybe" or a silly affected laugh that says, "No". People never take me seriously. Never figured out yet if that's a good thing.
Things I noticed so far (lack of a better alternative)
1. There are TCSians everywhere. The last of my friends to see me off at the airport was a TCSian. Chennai to Mumbai- TCSian as the guy on the seat beside mine. Mumbai to Newark- TCSian (another one), beside me again. The person who came to pick me up from the airport- TCS again!
Whoever coined the joke about Malayalees being everywhere apparently hadn't heard about TCSians. And mind you- none of these people above hailed from the so called God's own country.
2. I will never forgive my roommates. For being so good to me that I got used to being pampered. Right from packing my lunch box to packing my many suitcases- those girls have plain loved me too much. If I turn murderer here- they are to blame. It’s all their fault!!
3. My sister does love me a lot. I never expected her to burst into tears when I left- but well, she did cry. And she stayed awake the whole night and messaged me until I reached Mumbai. These months are going to be long for both of us.
4. The last voice I carried with me when I left India, I miss hearing it as often as I used to.
5. Everyone is alone. One just has to accept it and get used to it.
6. I bought myself a dreamcatcher.
All in 3 days- planning, packing, panicking- in whatever order.
Leaving- the final step.
Arriving- the one after the final step.
Armed with numbers that are way too many digits long of random names of people I'll never call and apprehensions, I trudged through airports.
How's it- people ask. No aliens around. Or if there are- I haven’t seen any. I am but fresh off the boat.
Dont stay out late. This is not India- advises aplenty. I wish it was food instead.
Friends- sometimes the choices you make in life are not very wise. They are otherwise. To the most often asked question- "So, do you have many friends in the US?", I have to think before answering. To some people to whom I want to appear smarter than I am, I want to tell them a lot of wonderful sounding statements with important words. But words don’t come as and when you like them. I manage a "maybe" or a silly affected laugh that says, "No". People never take me seriously. Never figured out yet if that's a good thing.
Things I noticed so far (lack of a better alternative)
1. There are TCSians everywhere. The last of my friends to see me off at the airport was a TCSian. Chennai to Mumbai- TCSian as the guy on the seat beside mine. Mumbai to Newark- TCSian (another one), beside me again. The person who came to pick me up from the airport- TCS again!
Whoever coined the joke about Malayalees being everywhere apparently hadn't heard about TCSians. And mind you- none of these people above hailed from the so called God's own country.
2. I will never forgive my roommates. For being so good to me that I got used to being pampered. Right from packing my lunch box to packing my many suitcases- those girls have plain loved me too much. If I turn murderer here- they are to blame. It’s all their fault!!
3. My sister does love me a lot. I never expected her to burst into tears when I left- but well, she did cry. And she stayed awake the whole night and messaged me until I reached Mumbai. These months are going to be long for both of us.
4. The last voice I carried with me when I left India, I miss hearing it as often as I used to.
5. Everyone is alone. One just has to accept it and get used to it.
6. I bought myself a dreamcatcher.
posted by Mrs. Dalloway | 11:27 AM
18 Comments:
Welcome aboard!!
Give me a call when you are all settled in...
Take care
Deepa
You have a wonderful stay there dearie! I am sure u must have heard this many a time, but here i go " how does it feel to be in the US of A??"
no one is alone dear... u juz gotta open ur eyes.. and look around to see those people loving u absolutely with no strings attached..
err.. why do i feel soo lonely today!!!
one is never alone. there's always the tax-collector and the rent-collector and the boss .or, when all else fails, the telemarketer :D
hey love.....missin ya....
hmm... so u are out of homeland, hope you continue to write, maybe of your experiences there, would be worth a read :)
Deepa: Yes mam!
Shim Chech: The US of A is a small room with an ornage light!
Mannu: Everyone is alone. The other people are but an illusion.
Yesbob: You forgot that one person in Delaware! :p
Aks: Oh dear... now dont make me feel bad! :o(
Psst... so am I!
Praveen: So, do I consider that my past posts aren't worth a read?! :p
you silly little girl...you're not alone..i'm just a phone call away...
i dont like any of your blogs..
to Poo : All in 3 days- planning, packing, panicking- in whatever order.
Leaving- the final step.
Arriving- the one after the final step
that was one witty prelude to ur write up on ur terra shift! :) i always wondered over if anything exists after "final"...
to Pal: how lettle is she ?
L_D
Are you reading "between my comments"? :). Actually did not mean that at all. All your posts are worth a read, I think.
Pallavi: Aww... touched I am. Will call you as soon as I can.
Anon: How many of my blogs have you read? Lol! Oh you mean posts! Well... err... thanks!
L_D: Someone taught me the concept of moebius... Maybe you could look that up.
Praveen: Lol. Guilty.
Kitne dooor...kitne paas!
Hope dis new year in yer life brings out the best for you darlin'...god bless...
cya when I cya ;D
Sharat: Huuuuuugggggggg!!!!!!!
hope you are having a good time making the calls......
Anon: Ummm... who's this? Calls? As part of my work- they suck bigtime! The other calls- awesome! :D
was laffin @ this one...coz moi a TCSer too ...and from the gwads waan country to boot :)
Lost in trance: see! They are EVRYWHERE!!!! I mean YOU guys are everywhere!
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