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DJ Rudra Lal
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I'm sitting here in the Club World lounge in Heathrow, thanks to my brother-in-law, Eddie, who got us in being the uber-frequent business traveller that he is. It's quite nice here, with a cafeteria and lots of drinks, and better yet, high speed access. I've been jonesing for a decent net connection.

The flight from Kolkata was living hell. Two hours late due to dense fog, multiple screaming children, and a person behind me that sounded like he was coughing up a lung. I should have compassion for all living things, but I was ready to open my third eye and ignite them all.

My last day in Kolkata was quite nice - I bought a bunch of books, did some last minute shopping, and spent a lot of time with my relatives. Many came to see me and Eddie off, which was nice, but as always bittersweet. My brother-in-law managed to make good impressions on everyone, which was nice. There's enough family drama as there is without those of us who are younger and saner getting involved in the thick of it.

There's a lot of things I'll miss about India. The food was wonderful, though I'm afraid that it kind of overloaded my digestion. (I don't want to even look at a curry for a few months..) The omnipresence of the gods and goddesses is always nice for me. This last year or so I kind of had a large crisis in faith, and it was reassuring for me to see how naturally it all came back to me while there. Well, perhaps it wasn't a crisis, and more of lull. I hope to bring some of that back with me, though it's tougher to practice in America. (Or maybe I just have more worldly distractions.) I'll miss the language - I forgot I how much I enjoy speaking and listening to Bengali. There are so many things that are better expressed in it than in English. I'll miss my aging relatives, some of whom I probably won't see again.

There are a lot of things I won't miss though. First and foremost, the poverty and filth. I guess things are a bit better than the last time I was there, but it's always heart rending, not to say unhealthy. I won't miss the traffic, or the difficulty of transportation. It'll be nice to feel wired and connected after being basically offline for a while. I won't miss being asked when I'm getting married - dear goddess, you'd think they'd be able to put two and two together. I also won't miss the uniformity of the people - I mean, everyone in India, basically, is some kind of Indian, and while we are a diverse people, it gets boring. It really is a strength of America that we can walk around and see people of all colors and creeds, from all over the world. It's kind of miraculous, really.

Anywho, I'm going to eat some more free food and perhaps a beer before my flight. I'll be uploading pictures and more posts when I'm home and have had time to go through all my things.

Be well, dear readers.

looking forward to seeing you when you get back dear.

I will dance on the ashy funeral ground of your traditional marriage! Behold, I am become Shiva, destroyer of weddings!

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The above would be much more appropriate if you had done something to horribly mangle your sister's shindig.

Hear you about the poverty, though... NYC's homeless population was a small if significant chunk of the reason I had to leave there; it just sucks the life out of you to have to pass that kind of thing by knowing that you can't really do much about it systemically. And I can only imagine what it would be like for it to be several orders of magnitude worse. Urgh.

Actually, Shiva is the destroyer of sacrifices, but one of the gods associated with marital harmony.

Dude. If it's the same Club World lounge that I was in when I was killing time at Heathrow holy pants is it awesome. Srsly.

It was a rocking lounge. If only my stomach was in better condition and I had a bit more time, I would have enjoyed it more. Just having some hot chocolate and surfing the web was delightful though.

Welcome back! Out of curiosity, does your family speak Hindi as well as Bengali? Some of my friends back from school days whose families primarily spoke Bengali had to learn either Hindi or Tamil as well, but that may be because they'd moved to other parts of the country.

It varies a lot. Almost everyone understands Hindi, just because of films and TV. Some speak it with more fluency than others. And amongst the under 40 population, most of them know it conversationally or better, as they've had to study/live/work in other parts of India than Bengal.

I have two nieces, for example, that are being brought up speaking five languages - Bengali, English, Hindi, Marathi, and Gujurati. It's really about where they are growing up.


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