What was amazing was the way people looked at me. This was probably the very first time they had laid eyes on an Indian, or for that matter someone colored like me. I exaggerate not, when I say that whole villages came out just to get a look! I could now understand what white skinned people feel when they visit India, and everyone is just staring at them, nudging each other, and passing remarks.
However, once I knew that I was going back, I was a mix of emotions, apprehensions ….. would I re-adjust, would I like it, would I get used to the heat, dirt, etc, all associated with Bombay and India.
International Mobility is a fantastic experience. You see the good, the bad, the ugly across boundaries. The apartment hunting, the packing & moving, the hooking up of services, setting up shop, getting to know your way around, getting lost quite a bit….I’m quite the veteran at this, having moved from India to Singapore (my very first stint overseas, then back to India, then a few months later to Abu Dhabi, UAE, then back again, then moving to Pune within India, then, from Pune to Chicago, then to London, and finally back to India.
See I was supposed to be in the US of A for about three years, and one day as I’m driving to work in my car, the Mercedes GL 450, I get a call from the boss of my boss. He’s a man named Carr.
Living in The Past Disclaimer!!! This blog has been rewritten, so even though its being published now, it talks about circa 2008/9 or thereabouts. Moving