Thanjavur-Chicago!!

I should’ve posted something about this transition in my life quite some time back. Nevertheless, it’s never too late!

Sitting in my office, staring at the screen, bored of coding all day (something I never wanted to do), mentally rehearsing all that I need to finish on a tiring Monday (I always fancied jotting down things to be done and assumed a sense of achievement after striking them to completion before calling it a day, but now that list seems unremitting!),dreading my assignment deadlines, anticipating a new mail, occasionally liking posts on facebook, mailing unknown people for want of information, not so looking forward to going home(for reasons inexplicable), I thought the best way to deal with this monotonous start to the week by posting something new on my blog. So here we go!

“Transition”- that’s the word. I feel at times that it’s beyond that. I read it in one of my friends’ posts lately that few years back our lives were much simpler, when complications were undefined. It got me thinking. There were several circumstances when I did second that opinion. On the flip side, every stage has its own set of complications; at least we consider them to be, irrespective of the level of complexity. Those were the days when solving a physics problem was in itself a complication. It’s easy to look back to those “good” old days, and convince ourselves that we emerged victorious in all those supposedly complicated stages in life. I guess it’s time to move on and admit that it’s never easy, unless you choose it to be one. According to me, it’s just the way we look at it. I am sure I would look back to this day sometime in the future and ponder “I wish I could go back!”It’s a relentless cycle!

This journey of mine from the Southern part of India to Central America was quite radical, be it food, climate and not to forget, people! There are these typical “should-not-do/say-it-this-way” kind of tenets in the US of A, which do not seem so easy to adhere to, at least to a moderately adamant person like me:P It’s been close to eight months now, I still have the urge to hastily get into an overly crowded bus without caring about people getting down, after all old habits die hard! There were several such gawky instances which remind me of Gopal, (if not that ganvar :P) of “The Inscrutable Americans” fame.( for those of you who are wondering who this random character is, it’s time to Google those three words and read one of the most hilarious prologues ever!)I've had several experiences which make me wonder even today if this place is overrated; according to me it’s never about the place, it’s always about people! By saying all this, I don’t  intend to convey that I have cultivated a dislike for the place, I enjoy the visual delight every day :P There are quite a few exciting factors which keep me going. It’s the kind of attachment one has with a place and way of living, which makes anything else feel ‘extraterrestrial’. This feeling will eventually die down with time. I am sure it does. I say this as I look forward to an exciting tomorrow. :)

PS: Now that’s a long one, on a busy Monday morning. I better get back to cloaking my second skin before venturing out for lunch, while my salivary glands continue to crave for pani puri on a cold rainy day! :|