I’ve been asked a few times to write about how living in India compares with living in USA before I forget about how the latter was :) Sadly, I just can’t bring myself to do it. There are so many things I find to be joyous about now (wow, good bhelpuri EVERY weekend AND I can go see family once a quarter?!) , an equal number of things to get used to (argh, the DHL courier status is worse than the gunk I walk through when it rains, or erm, is it?!) and a few things I miss of course (my job, heck, any job(!), riverfront walks, broadway shows, Powell’s Books, brussel sprouts and Zumba George).
Being able to do anything when pushed to the wall is a natural human trait, but having choices and making decisions about a location move brings a whole new level of thrill to it. Here are two things that I believe in about packing bags and moving. One, if the reasons for the choices are right, then the rest of the things just take care of themselves. Two, it is a stimulating challenge to be able to thrive anywhere. So in all, the last four months have been full of things new which used to be things old just a decade ago; that thought in itself has been so much fun.
I haven’t seen as much within Pune as I thought I would in four months (my pretty guidebook is sitting still on my couch), and for that I have lack of mobility to blame – one of the very first hurdles if a location lacks in good public transport. Beware as I learn how to drive, Pune :) Also, after writing about food and forts for so long, I’m moving the food part over to Zomato, India’s very own Yelp. Forts, I’ll still chase – there’s something about ruins that sit crumbling at an unlikely location, conjuring up stories form yore.
It was loony monsoon-y for the last two months. I discovered the Poona Music Society just in time, and traipsed away to their concerts. When two accomplished international musicians were about to sit down to play Beethoven’s violin-piano sonatas, I was treated to an “it happens only in India” moment. The electricity blew, the generator backed up, and Alina Ibragimova walked onto the dark stage and decided to entertain us with a Bach violin recital while we waited. Once she wrapped up to a flabbergasted yet delighted audience, the show went on in torchlight beams that danced on the performers’ recital pages. It was heavenly to engage just the aural sense, and I can’t thank the gutsy directors of the society enough for powering through the show. There eventually was light; I’m sure that’s a story the performers can tell many times over :) SO looking forward to the rest of their shows!
Footnote: As my “what new things am I going to try this year?!” project, I’m venturing into social media with VERY tentative baby steps, after years of being on top of every changing privacy setting. As a long-time shunner of self-propaganda in public, this blog was soon going to become hypocritical if I didn’t at least explore what’s out there. So check out my all-new Gravatar, all travel related, and erm.., still hidden from search engines :)
Oh, and October is travel month, so see you on the other side!