Finally another post rolls out after dilly-dallying in my head for a while.
Its been 4 years since I've moved to India.
I've loved every minute.
Had you told me 4 years ago that I would be the person I am today, I would have in all probability dismissed you with a scoff and rude childish remark.
True. India as a country, has its own faults, but which country doesn't? Which country doesn't have foiled politicians, cracked systems, weird people?
I know of none. None which don't have any of the above.
My belief is that every country has its own fouls, some make more noise than others dragging attention to it. The attention directed to the issue is not always corresponding to the intensity of the issue.The truth remains that the issue exists everywhere.
Perhaps one might spill venom when affected directly by the injustice of the fault but I can't comment on that. As far as I've figured, injustice is like death. You know its wrong but you don't realise how much it hurts until you have faced it yourself.
For me, moving to India 4 years ago was upsetting. In all honesty I wasn't bubbling with glee at the thought of having to move back to my homeland after living abroad for more than a decade. I was upset and I clearly remember a few tears rolling down my cheek when the plane took flight. I was upset because I had thought moving to India would be the end of my pampered,luxurious life, the foregone opportunity of having a chance at becoming the school vice-president(something like deputy head girl), the dread of having to yet again join a new institution and make a mark, the thought of leaving back friends and a happily established routine.
The foul mood stayed on for a while but not long like any of my moods. I cant quite point out when was it that I cheered up about the idea but Im guessing a month at the max. There were a few instances in the first 6 months which made me wish with all my heart to rewind time but overall, I knew I was in love.
In love with the mess, the madness, the cheer, the hope, the help, the health, the walks, the prices, the diversity, the food, the climate,the people and everything else to do with the country. Its a way of life- something fresh and interesting.
I dropped almost everything which had defined me till my tenth grade.Each day, I found a new aspect to myself. Each day I found myself growing to be a better person, stronger- physically and mentally. Each day I found myself waking up with a smile, eager to get up and run, to catch an auto who would most probably ask for extra fare seeing im in a hurry to reach class,to deny the auto driver with some unnecessary comment, to catch another auto(this time smiling)to dodge a dung stained swishing cow tail or running to reach class(more so to avoid the big black dog who loves to hate me) just in time and occasionally a lil late,smile at the teacher, get into class, wile away the next 4-5 hours in class with best friend miraculously getting something into my head too and walk home whenever I can with said best friend spending hours chatting and roaming one specific area before coming home tired but happy.It was a new routine, a routine with a difference which I began to love and cherish much more than my old routine which on retrospect,feels pretty dreary.
2 years later another shift- another new institution for my undergrad. This time I enjoyed the early mornings, the sunrise, the pleasant breeze in the morning, the lil walk to class and back out to head towards a playschool I work at to see the little ones grin their recognition,hug their affection and yell their content. Its lovely. Theres hardly a boring day. Theres always something happening. Nope, Im not kidding nor am I referring only to the time I spend with the kids. Im talking about everyday of my life. Theres always something happening, something which brightens up my day or makes it look dreadful but its definitely there, every single day.
And I know its because I live here, in India, my motherland, my country, my home.
Its shown a whole new me who by any and all standards is better than the one I was and I know its just going to get better.
Its made me who I am today.
Nothing is ever going to make me regret my living here.
Not today, not ever.
