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Rainy days and razor blades...

When I was a little kid, I used to drop a coin to the bottom of the swimming pool, then dive down 10ft to retrieve it. It was exhilarating, it was so quiet, and it was just me against the water. It scared my mum though, and she made it promise not to do it anymore. And I never have, until earlier this year  when I decided to make the plunge and uproot my entire life, again, and move back to India. It was a move I’d been contemplating for a while, but it’s a scary one. India has changed in 9 years; my friends have moved away and everything runs on Paytm.

Moving is always stressful, and this one just checked all the boxes. Administrative delays? Check. Uncertainty and insecurities? Done. Nasty landlord to deal with? We gotcha. I did have a few great friends who made everything better. I spent the last months before moving back home just recovering from what I can now see was extreme burnout. Turns out, trying to work part time to pay bills while starting 2 businesses in the middle of an economic downturn isn’t a great idea! It was a good attempt though, but its not for me. Once I knew the move coming, everything slowed down. I spent some time and effort organising the move. Other than that though, for a couple of months my routine was to hit the gym in the late mornings, nap in the afternoon to recover from a hard workout, and see a friend in the evening. I read a lot and watched a lot of TV. I enjoyed my own company, made the most of my time with friends, and rebuilt my mental and physical health. Its what has sustained me in the last 2 months since I’ve landed in India.  

After I painted! and finally gave up my apartment to my witch ex-landlord, I decided spontaneously to finally visit my Besties in the Bay. I’d put this off for a couple of years, partly because of it being expensive, but also partly because I didn’t think I deserved a holiday. Being in therapy for half a year didn’t teach me as much as I’d have expected, but it did teach me that I am very hard on myself when I’m down, making it much more difficult for myself to get back up. The last-minute ticket cost me an arm and half a leg, I spent half the holiday having and spreading Covid, having a midnight poison ivy scare, yet it was the best decision ever! We managed to squeeze in a mini road trip to Josemite Yosemite, ate some great food, hung out a lot on the couch and generally recharged my batteries before a super stressful move. I made a new doggy friend and finally got to meet my oldest friend’s mini-me. By the time I got back to Germany, my paperwork had arrived and it was time to go go! I had 4 days to finish sorting, packing, weighing, sealing and shipping 15 cartons of stuff accumulated over the years. After some heavy goodbyes and one unnecessarily terrifying rollercoaster ride, it was time to board that flight.

The move on this side wasn’t easy either. We didn’t know a soul in Ahmedabad, the housing agent we hired was sleazy, my boxes were untraceable for weeks, the on-boarding at work was chaotic and the weather was exhausting. Joining a big 4 consulting company, working on my dream project, back in India, leading a team, new to the city of Ahmedabad, finding a house, setting up a home, long-distance calls, its all been a whirlwind 2 months.

Now, it’s hard to define what I feel, sometimes I feel perfectly content and at home. At other times, I am quite suddenly extremely annoyed at the challenges of being in India. My pet peeve is definitely the noise. Life in India tends to be very loud. There’s just a lot of construction, festivals, traffic horns, loud neighbours, and there is no Nachtruhe or Sonntagsruhe (the Government mandated daily and weekly quiet hours in Germany). There are even way too many phone notifications.

The start at the new job was by far the most stressful and hectic switch I have ever made. I don’t know if it’s the change in work culture, lifestyle, the higher position, the newness of the consulting world, but for the first 6 weeks, I didn’t know if I was coming or going. Week 7 has been manageable, but I am cautious that it might have just been an anomaly. I realise I am learning and growing at an incredible rate, and while I am trying to give myself time, I see I need to be kinder and more patient to myself and others around me. 

Mightily weighing down the pros side of the scale though has been the support system, my parents did more for the move here than me. Last week I got to be back at Durga Puja after 9 long years. In the first few moments, I felt almost awkward and a little out of place. It didn’t help that some unknown aunty came up to the family food stall and joked that no one recognised me here, they only know my sis-in-law. Ha ha, your joke is as hilarious as your sari, aunty! The next day however wiped that thought out of my mind. Standing for the morning Anjali with my dad, laughing at the inadvertent antics of the ‘Puruthmoshai’ leading the prayers, appreciating the same ‘dhaki’ rhythms that have been played for generations made me feel right back at home in the pujo pandal. Serving bhog to hungry, greedy Bongs, with my brother on duty too nearby, knowing that mum and sis-in-law have been involved in cooking it all morning… it’s a feeling of belonging unmatched by any other celebration.

I’m back now in Ahmedabad, nay, Shantigram which is a little township 20 km away from any civilisation, making Bonn seem like a wild party destination. I just spent my first weekend completely alone in the new place. I’ve lost my 5th cook in 6 weeks and complained to my mum about it, ordered some chocolate cake from Zomato and cursed the 100 Rs extra distance fee, become frustrated at the amount of work awaiting me tomorrow, hated on the underequipped and overcrowded society gym, drank an overpriced beer that I had to get a licence to buy and realised that my heart and belly are quite full. No place is perfect, life will never be perfect. We need to pick the evils we are willing to live with, and do our best to deal with the rest, and be grateful for everything else.

💜

Rainy days and razor blades

I think it's time to pull up the shades

It's wonderful

To be alive

 

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