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My second blog post from India. The satisfaction within is just unbelievingly whole. I grew up in New Delhi but what I am currently experiencing is New India. My feet are propped op on the this leather couch of this dim-lit coffee shop called Matteo. I’ve got decent wireless internet, and an amazing cup of mocha shekarato. I needed to be here alone. I needed to get here alone. I’ve done it. I’ve dreamt of this, and I have it.

Who cares that I’ve got tons of work ahead of me. This moment needs to be breathed in, captured. I’m listening to the hippest music right now. I can get used to doing research from here. It is definitely a stark contrast from the moments in Starbucks. I am thousands of miles away from my Starbucks at Library West, and about the same away from my Barnes n Noble, just cozy, just chilling, just me. While in the US, I’d wonder if I had missed out on this new culture back at home in India. Here I am, experiencing the youth culture in India.

Nonetheless, I am still a foreigner. I am an observer, not an insider. And that’s totally okay. Lucky to be here. Grateful. Sometimes I just don’t know who to thank for the opportunities that I get, it’s overwhelming. I guess when I am in graduate school, these blog posts will come in handy, will be good for something.

They’re now playing my favorite song, I wanna make love right now right now. There’s no cute guy around, there’s no one in mind, and there’s no one in my hopes either….the apple of my eye…!

Last time I came to Bangalore, I felt equipped. I didn’t have the right clothes nor the mindset to compete with the crowd here. I felt totally out of place. Today, I’m still alone, but in sync with myself.

I’ve sang these songs back at home, driving my accord, chilling with my buds. So damn beautiful… None of these people know where I come from; they perhaps don’t even understand these songs in the same connotation as me; they don’t know my history, my existence does not matter. This moment does not matter. To anyone else that is.

Let’s zoom out. Big Bang. We’re on the moon. We’ve got global warming issues. We could have a third world war. Everything eradicated. Memories of this moment will also slowly fade. But it happened. I have to take a deeper breathe right now…breathing it all in.

I took a bus from Whitefield, Rs. 30/- for a bus ticket to Domlur Bridge. I spent my time on this AC bus in Bangalore traffic, tuned into the Eric Seigal book (The book I’ve always dreamt of reading since the movie Mujhse Dosti Karoge. I’m working towards my dreams..!) I needed to walk down that obscure Castle Street as a tourist. I had to eat dar dar ki thokarein to finally get to Matteo. And it’s more than worth it. There’s foreigners here. White ones, Chinese ones, and the Indian ones --global world…and this is just the beginning…

I can’t say I’m crazy about the Indian crowd trying to be all hip with their supposedly cool English. Butlife has taught me better than to judge them. I would welcome them with the same smile, the smile in which I have confidence. Yup, this time I am equipped to be in the city-- not letting their energies affect me, instead letting mine emanate.

Thank God for my laptop. I could actually be content people watching without the laptop even, but then I would truly look like a weirdo. The HP is my cover.

Wow, no one has tried to get me to take my feet off of the couch. India’s getting there. Me proud.