First, I would like to thank my girls Aditi and Ramya for encouraging me and deciding an appropirate name for my blog. This blog is going to be the beginning of a challenging journey for me – one of transformation, growth and self-discovery; both as a person and as a designer.
I recently moved back to Bombay from New York – making the transition from avenues and streets to rastas(roads) and gali’s(lanes) I am slowly beginning to adapt or should I say adjust and aclimate myself to the change in surroundings and environment. My friends and family are referring to this intial step as American Chochlebaazi(antics) since I should be familiar with the way things work here in the motherland. To list a few specific incidents:
At the airport requesting my brother to occupy one parking space instead of two as we loaded my bags was seen as bizzare
Joining Yoga Classes – The history of Yoga can be traced back to 3000 BC in the Vedas, which today is practiced the world over. My family thinks that my reason to practice yoga is because it is a fad in the US.
Within 24hrs of landing in Bombay my dad asked me when I plan to start looking for a job. My response was that I plan to take some time off as I need to organize my thoughts and career goals. According to him I have lost my marbles and need to get my act together.
Installing broadband wireless at home which I was eventually appreciated for….
I do not blame them completely as, I am used to thinking in farahneit and not Celsius and I am constantly converting rupees to dollars. Well, all I can say is that this will definitely be an interesting journey, which has gradually begun.
I still remember when I first landed in Houston, TX en-route to Savannah, GA one of the first few things that my aunt mentioned was, “Here in America we do not say footpaths – they are called sidewalks and we do not say second hand cars we say used or preowned cars. We do not call for a lift we call for elevators.” I am now making a concious effort to going back to metric from imperial. Apparently I am well on my way, as within a week of my return a friend noted that I have started saying, “I do things like that only…”
My first day home, as I polished off my mom’s home made chicken curry and before I excused myself from the dining table I turned towards my brother with a question (which I can no longer recollect and believe me it was not important after the response I got) – the response I got was a loud and extremely unpleasant burp. My sister then turned around and said, “welcome back.”
I guess the song and dance has begun. Looking forward to this new chapter.
Sidenote: I am currently listening to this track – Gal Meethi Meethi Bol. Swing away.