Rock the boat

This one is for my sister. I just read her blog after about two weeks. In my defence, she hasn’t been updating it regularly.

Well to my “shock”, I access her blog only to read bout how miserable she is and how much she misses Calcutta. Oh! And how Delhi is pretty much a soul sucking city.

I’ll be honest, I’ve had the fortune of never living in Delhi and as far as I’m concerned, I’m going to try and keep it like that.

However, I digress. The point is I can empathize with my little brat of a sister. It’s never easy going from what’s a really cushy situation into one which, well… sucks.

I would know, I went from a really cushy situation in New York to one in India which was anything but cushy.

For the record, I hate when people ask me why I came back to India! It get’s really old, really fast. So once and for all, I’m going to answer it on my blog here, and refer people to this post going forth:

1) I was scared. All my friends were busy getting started on their career’s, girlfriends and living it up. I was stuck in a dead end job, with no real “career” oppurtunities, didn’t even have a girl friend and was tired of  waking up every morning at 7 am to go work for a guy I spent most of the time loathing.

So I thought of coming back to India, the logic was simple, try my hand at a job from which I could make a career.

2) I was in a comfort zone back there, and figured leaving the country would “rock the boat” as it were.

In hindsight, not the most brilliant plan. I’m pretty sure I’d be a complete failure as a Super-Villain, which has now got me all depressed since I did habor plans for world domination. Next time I want to “rock the boat”, I’m going on a holiday.

Sorry, I digress again. I can’t help but talk about myself.

Point is, like the way my sister decided to go to Delhi to study and leave her comfort zone, I did the same thing and I’m pretty sure at some point in time, everybody has.

While it can get very scary and intimidating, especially in this world of constant information, terrorism and Barney the Purple Dinosaur. All we can really do, is hold our heads high and try our best to mold the situation we’re in to fit our needs. Of course some are better at this than others.

In the end, we made the decision to “rock the boat” and while it may not have seemed smart then or even three years later. In the end, we can only hope that it will get us one step closer, to wherever it is we want to go.

So to you Trish, my advice is that you stop trying to look for the soul in a city that may or may not be soulless.

Instead, just realise that you have started college and the next three years of your life are supposed to be the best.

How do I know? Well, do you really think Alan went back to college just to study? Of course not! He also wants to re-live what should be the best time in most people’s lives.

So instead of feeling sorry for yourself, instead of missing all the smells, sounds and luxuries of Cal, embrace the smells, sounds and luxuries of Delhi.

The biggest luxury being that for the first time in 18 years, you’re on your own with nobody to tell you what to do and what not to do.

So while this may not be big brother like behaviour, go out there and take the time to introduce yourself to the big-bad city. It’s time the world got to know Trisha.