Life Update 2.

Well well well, Hellooo from Boston!!

How are you??
How's life? Everything going well? (stupid question to ask when it's the middle of the week; it's still Thursday...No it's Friday back home. I'm blabbering)

For those who have no clue whatsoever, I am in Boston! to pursue my second masters' degree in science journalism. It's been three weeks (almost) since I've been here and it has been very challenging. (Yup, challenging is a good word to describe it.)

So you guessed right. I will be talking about the past weeks and the transition.

I was and am (still) excited about being here. I think that's something that won't go away, at least for now. I'm trying not to be excited because I have this stupid belief that if I keep up this excitement, something sad will happen. I think I'm confusing excitement with expectations.

Back to the point, I was excited about coming here and I was ready for everything. I knew full well it would be difficult. I would be living on my own, making decisions by myself, cooking, cleaning and keeping my health in check - basically being independent. And of course, studies. I knew it would be difficult. I was prepared mentally.

But what I did not expect, and did not prepare for, was the loneliness. I was so sure (damn, look at my confidence -_- ) that I would come here and I would make friends and we would all hang out and have fun. Like who did I think I was? Yes, it's not like that won't happen. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. But to expect it as soon as you come to a foreign land where you are fucking ignored by your own fellow countrymen is just comical (satirically). (I'll go more into this a bit later)

Let me start from the beginning.

I landed in Boston and had to take a taxi to the place where I was going to be staying for a few days. The taxi driver didn't speak English properly so he dropped me far from the place. I had to lug my luggage - three bags out of which two were 23 kgs - to the apartment complex, which, by the way, was freaking hidden from view.
I went into private driveways and was even questioned by the people who lived there. Then, I finally found the complex.
And my host was so very kind that she was not even waiting outside the apartment. I had to literally search all the complexes, find the right one and ring the freaking doorbell of their place. (Oh, and it was a Saturday. The weekend.)

And then, I was stranded for like - two times, because I was so stupid and unprepared. The first time, I got down at a station and waited for the bus (that would take me home) for like forty-five minutes and that did not happen. My phone was dead (stupid ass battery) and I had no way of contacting my brother. That day was a freaking test set up by the heavens.
But then, the people are so nice here, I asked to borrow a phone and I made the call, and somehow, I got home. (My bro booked an Uber for me which, by the way, had the kindest driver ever.)

The second time - as usual, my phone is dead again, but this time, I knew how to get home. But, I had this huge book-shelf with me, which I couldn't take in the tram here (weird rules). Again, I borrowed a phone and called my brother and he booked an Uber for me.
The freaking Uber never came. That son-of-a-beautiful-lady has told my bro that he's picked me and dropped me, whereas here I am, waiting since an hour for the damn Uber.
I was almost at my limit, but I tried my best to keep myself from bawling out and left the shelf in a bar nearby (I didn't even know it was a bar, I thought it was a restaurant, but the guy was really nice and let me leave it there in the back) and got back home.

I should probably explain about the phone situation. I had not bought a US sim card and hence did not have internet once I was outside. Literally had to hunt for the wifi everywhere (and even after moving into my apartment).

Despite all this, I was still excited and looking forward to the days. Then it was orientation. That was like lukewarm water. There were all these different people from various backgrounds and as usual, my confidence level was below zero - I was nervous and just weird.

Anyway, it was after the first class. That class, where I had to introduce myself to my classmates and vice-versa and also know what I was getting into. I was just at my limit after that class. I had a breakdown in the tram while I went to the T-mobile store (to finally get a freaking prepaid sim).
I did not care if people saw me (considering I'm so conscious all the freaking time!!). I think that was when I realized I was expecting unrealistic things and had to just let it all go.
[The crying] continued while I came back and even in the stairway to my apartment.
That was when I allowed myself to think of home and family and comfort. Because I knew if I thought about it any other time, it would open a dam.

But I am that person who feels crying is therapeutic. So, it was and I felt better after that. Really good. And energized.

So, I picked myself up and did things I could do best and leave everything else to the higher power. Things are fine for now. Thank you for asking.
(I don't know who I'm talking to. Hello Mr.Nobody who reads my blog. And two other people I know who definitely read my blog. Thank you).

Will definitely keep you updated.

Be healthy, be happieee

Vivacious inspirit.

P.S. - ah, about the Indians? Well, that will take up another post I think, but let me put it in brief - what the fuck is all your problem?! I have smiled and tried to make conversation with Indians, and it doesn't work out at all. I guess they're all interested in making friends with foreigners and not with their own countrymen. Even after coming here, you want to show your attitude.
I think that's the difference between here and India. Here, strangers smile at you and ask you how you're doing, but your own people just look through you as if you don't exist.
Or maybe I'm giving out killer vibes. Murderous intents. lol. I did not know I was capable of that. Fine, I will try harder. *sighs*

P.P.S - I'm excited about the snow. I will go all out and not give a damn about what who thinks and play till I'm exhausted. *jinx* *fingers crossed*

PACKING LIST FOR MOVING TO ANOTHER COUNTRY

Hello!

Now that everything is finalized, I can say without hesitation that I'll be moving to Boston this month, to pursue my Masters' in Science Journalism!

Background: *screams* woohooooo

Therefore, I started writing a list of the things I would have to take. I researched and found no proper packing list which was suitable for students (especially) who are moving to another country. And then it flashed - what if I make a packing list and put it in my blog? *pats self*

So, here it is!
I wracked my brain and wrote this list which includes stuff for both men and women (mostly women, I must say).
Feel free to download it or take a printout and check off the things you have taken.

Hope it helps!



A couple of things before I sign off -

1) I am a stationery freak, so I included that section. Please ignore it if you don't intend to take any. But I must say that it is better to take the basic stuff, because stationery will obviously be expensive where you're going.

2) Coming to the kitchenware, I heard that they do not allow pressure cookers now (not really sure). And of course, all the Indian Stores will have all the utensils and even the sambhar/rasam powders (again, it's my hunch. It all depends on the country you're going to. USA - yes, they do have it, but it's better to be prepared).

3) It may seem far-fetched but trust me, you'll need it. And also make sure your suitcase is not over 23 kilograms!


Have fun packing!!

Stay Healthy and Happiee,

Love,

Vivacious Inspirit.

UPDATE - The Hell! I forgot to add the most important thing! Sanitary napkins! Shit! *runs to the list*

BOOKS


Books.
Stories.
Novels.
Tales.

Apart from music, the other thing I can't live without are books. I love reading. Diving into the world of enchantments, fantasies filled with faeries and magic and hidden powers or those with mysteries and clues and justice and romance..... *sighs*. I am lost in the genres of the books available in this world.

I love to read. When I was young (younger. get it? lol), I was so proud of myself that I was a book nerd (Let me tell you in advance that this was because I had read all the Harry Potter books and some of the books in my school library). Little did I know that there was a whole other world out there filled with so many amazing books, full of other worlds and such fantastic characters that (now) keep me awake at night.

I should reiterate that I am not bragging about my reading capabilities. Hell no. Compared to the wise people out there who have read, like 600 books roughly (goodreads stalking) I am nowhere. My reading list is not even reached a 3 digit number. 23 years of my life and I've not even read books that count up to 3 digits. Shame. But yes, in my family I am regarded as a 'reader' and my cousins (sometimes) come to me for book recommendations. (Okay, just one cousin. But I am so freaking happy that there's at least ONE).

Anyway, I found out about this huge reading geniuses through YouTube. There is a BookTube (not another website per say) but a community in YouTube, of readers who make videos about books - books read, to-be-read, reviews, spoiler reviews and reading vlogs and so much more. (My favourite being Sasha Alsberg).

So why am I telling you all this? I honestly have no clue. I just want to get it out.

As someone who reads and loves reading, I must say that it is both a wonderful experience and a sad one (for me right now, at least). I feel sad that I can't express my love for the books I read with someone, I can't discuss any book with anyone because nobody around me reads the books I read. That last one just....... gets to me, even though I try to brush the stupid thought away.

So, to HELL with this f**king sad feeling and YAY to moving on, being a grown-up and doing something about it.








My First Flight Experience

(I wrote this so long ago and it's time to put it out there!)

Hello,

How are you doing?
Life treating you good? If yes, then enjoy it while it lasts. If not then take a break and relax and read this post!
This is a series kinda' thing, where I tell you all about my trip and the experiences.

Okay, let's start.

And please bear with all the brackets which are full of my viewpoints and opinions and inner voices!

I was excited for two reasons: one obviously being that I was going to USA - to another country - to THE United States dammit!, and the other, being it was my first time (ever) stepping into a plane. Yeah. Maybe not a big deal to you, but to me it was! I've not traveled even in a domestic airline! And all of a sudden I'm traveling 8000 miles to USA.

Our connecting flight to Dubai was at 4 am. A very early flight. I did not even sleep a wink. I probably should have. We left to the airport at around 1.00 am

And reached there by 1.45 am and bid goodbye to my dad, uncle and my cousin. Finally I stepped inside the 'infamous' Bengaluru Airport. Yup, they won't let visitors inside the airport, not even till the check in counter. Because they know we are very curious monkeys (no offense).

Everything went smoothly, as I had already checked in online (a big thanks to my friend for all the heads-up) and we had very little baggage. Then came customs. All along I was literally bobbing on my feet. And my mom was so patient (love you maa). Then we had to wait for an hour to board... I saw our plane dock into the terminal, through the huge glass walls to which I had glued myself to (see, this is exactly what I told about curiosity). Our seats were in the zone E and we were called to form a line by this handsome man (duh, the flight steward).

And so, I boarded the plane (woohooooo). We had window seats (yayyyyy) and I started checking out the ICE entertainment unit (the TV stuck in front of me, basically). I checked the flight information and all the cameras (there were only two), got them ready so that I could see (I have night vision, it seems) the ground when the flight took off. (What sincere preparations *lol*)
Then, after all the announcements and safety instructions (in dual languages, I tell you) the flight started to move.
Here's the thing though. For me whose never been in a flight before, I had no idea about the speed. Haha. Stupid me. Our flight was actually going to the runway from the gate. I was so excited that I thought - okay, this is not bad! What the hell were they talking about jetlag and all, the speed is good, I mean, this is the speed? What's so great about it? This will be a comfortable journey - yeah, these were my thoughts sitting on the airplane. Oh boy, did I not have the slightest idea of what was about to come.😂
So the airplane reached the runway, and there was another announcement that the flight is going to takeoff, 'happy journey ladies and gentlemen' and I was like 'let's just get on with it!' and then - oh my god! It was exactly like some huge force field just pushed me back. 'woahhhhh'. I was stuck to the seat. I think the pilot just pushed the lever to maximum in one go and the plane just gained so much speed!




That's when I finally realized - oh, so this is the true speed. Duh, you Dumbo - and I started laughing in my seat, at my stupidity. My mom asked me if I was alright and I couldn't answer her. (yes mom your over excited, dimwitted daughter is definitely alright).
We had a smooth take off and I could see the glimmering lights of the small towns of Bengaluru below, (through the window and not the camera) and then, we slept through the entire flight to Dubai... I was literally a dead sloth... I vaguely remember the air hostess waking us up to ask if we needed breakfast, and I just shook my head and hands... Trying my best to convey to her that we were fine... I must've mumbled no, no... Thank you blah blah *literally must've said blah blah* and continued to snore 😂😂
We were so sleep deprived...
Then we landed in Dubai...
Wowwwwww, even though I've not seen the city at all... Dubai is just amazing... Hot and humid and lovely... At least at the airport...
And do you know how organized and awesome Emirates people are?!
They escorted us, in a shuttle bus, from the airplane to the nearest gate so that we could catch our connecting flight. I was so mind blown.. The Dubai Airport was so huge that they literally had to shuttle us to our gate 😵 wowww.

So we went inside the gate and reached the connecting flights queue, joined it...
After the second round of security checks , we went to our flight's terminal and omg, yes I was waiting for this extra security check conducted by US officials...They took my camera and kindle...the lady even complimented me for my shoes! Score!
And then, the 15 hour flight to USA. Phew!! The first thing I asked my Bro when I met him at the airport (instead of hugging him, dumbo) was "How in the hell do you sit through such a long flight?!!! How!!???!!" 😂😂We were lucky to get a window seat even in this flight (I let Mom sit next to the window as before) and a US native sat next to me. Middle seat score yeah! . He was going home after touring 9000 miles of Africa! Wow!Instead of sleeping more and reducing my jet lag , I turned to watching movies because come on! I hadn't watched any in the past few months because, well, exams !! (that went well because later jet lag murdered me)


And the food! The foood!!! Let me be real when I say, the food sucked. Big time! I couldn't stand the smell! I had heard (again, from my good friend) that because we are at a high altitude, our senses don't work properly, so any food will taste bad.
ha ha ha. Nope. I don't think so. I got a taste of the 'canned'/processed food and it was not good at all.
Thank the lord for homemade chapatis.

So, the overall flight experience was really an eye opener.
And a few pointers for the next flight would be -

1) WALK as much as possible in the airplane, so that you won't get murdered by jet lag, again.
2) Take a book, a BOOK (don't depend on Kindle, because US freaking laws) so that you can read on the flight.
3) Take that head pillow? (what are those called anyway?) because those seats are a pain in the ass, pain in the everywhere!
4) Take some real food, if you don't want to eat the meals they give.

Oh, I forgot! The air hostesses and stewards. Oh My God! They are just...wow. My jaws were dead on the floor, whenever I saw them. They are so confident and classy and just...wow. Of course they're beautiful, duh. I won't insult them by even telling that. But apart from their beauty, they're really sweet. So sweet, it made me wonder whether they really liked doing their job or whether they were just faking it (yes, I went there).
And I was such an awkward brat, I couldn't pluck the courage to ask them for a photo! (there's more where that came from! you'll see)

Okay, that's it.
It's almost a year since my trip and I am posting this now. Ha ha ha.

Stay Healthy & Happiee,

Love,

VI

THIS COUPLE

Hello,

It has been a long time huh? I have been super busy finishing my last semester of Masters here in Mysuru. I can't wait to go back to my Bengaluru.
A lot has happened over the past year and a half. After coming out of my house, I saw and experienced so many things, which were very crucial to me. I am proud to say that I have come a long way..

This time, I want to talk about this couple I know. I won't tell you who they are, but I will tell their story. I know that it is not my place to say it, but I want to do it as a form of gratitude.

I cannot even begin to tell you how grateful I am for them. If not for them, it would have been so hard to live in Mysuru. They've taken care of me when I was sick, they've fed me warm and delicious food, they've silently wrapped me with love and I am so grateful for them.

So, there's this couple.
All they have is each other.
They spend their days idly, reading and watching television, attending ceremonies and finding comfort in prayers.
All the while, holding onto their only hope, their son.

Their son, who is the apple of their eyes, their jewel.
Their son, who is away living his life.

They reminisce all the wonderful moments of their son's life.
They look through albums, and brag about their son to me.
They clean the dust-filled shelves crammed with all the prizes and medals of their beloved child.
All the while, waiting silently, for their son.

Their son, who is all they have.
Their son, who is away living his life.

They have worked so hard, to provide the best life for their son.
They have searched long and hard.
And they have married their son to a smart lady.
They breathe a sigh of mixed emotions - relief and grief.
All the while, loving their son.

Their one and only boy.
Their son, who is away living his life.

They wait, patiently, every day.
They wait for their son.


Now, there are people in this world who also bad-mouth them, because obviously you cannot please everyone. These people say mean things. They say that they are stupid, and rude and cunning.
They tell that the mother is boisterous and loud and she doesn't care for her husband. Blah blah blah...

But, do you see what I see?
Can you?

I see this couple, who have worked so hard to bring up their child in this world, who have gone through hell to provide for him, and who are now left alone.
I see this couple who patiently wait for their son to come home.
I see this couple who pine for their son's love. Son and daughter-in-law...
I see this couple who are waiting and waiting......without complaining.....

It hurts to know that even in this day and age, there are people who leave their parents.

Maybe it's all a dream.
Maybe it's all an illusion.
Maybe it's just me.

Thank you.
The weight these words hold, you don't know.

Life Update 2.

Well well well, Hellooo from Boston!! How are you?? How's life? Everything going well? (stupid question to ask when it's the mid...