Dear Friends,
It’s been a long time since I have talked to you. Most of
you know that we moved to new place and getting used to the new life. Exploring
new things…after leaving 7 years away from home, now new changes bring
adventure. This move separated us from all our friends, friends who are now like
family to us. This distance gave us feeling that now we have families at two
places: at India and Miami. That’s a wonderful feeling, right? Friends with whom we celebrated all
our good times and with whom we crossed over our bad times, friends who were
always with us no matter what we needed and when we asked for. In the future
blogs I will share those moments with you.
Let’s continue from where I left last time..
End of Journey at LA:
Life was getting used to the other side of the door. We have
started enjoying the new place. While talking to you I just remembered my
all-time favorite simple and hilarious incident. This incidence happened on 2nd
or 3rd day of our arrival to LA. We were standing on one side of the
road to cross it and noted there was a button on the pole. We did not know that
we have to press it to cross the road; we stood there for more than 15 mins. We
do not have that kind of strange buttons back in India. Now we laugh on that
silly moment. But, I still remember that moment, so, you can realize that all
those small small things made you feel that you do not belong to that place. A
humble request to all my friends, never laugh on someone who ask you silliest
question, may be this is their first encounter to that situation. Do not let
them feel that they do not belong at that place. This could be the worst
feeling for someone who is already fighting his own battle. Being outsider to
this world, I have developed a respect to someone’s ignorance.
Like any road trip, during our LA journey, we have also met
different people, friends who has helped us to overcome our fear of being
outsider, and others (who never qualified for any categories) who have made us
packing our bags and to move back to our lives where we actually belongs.
Yes, life is always full of “Others”, who never thinks how
their actions are affecting someone and who never understands how much someone
can suffer because of them. “Others” who can never qualifies for any category.
They were never our “friends”, nor even acted like that. I cannot put them in
“enemy” category, because they did not do that much harm to qualify for that
category. Who were they? Still a question for me, even after 7 years. While thinking about them,
rewinds the reel of my memories. Were they that strong or we were so week at
that moment? Were they capable of hurting us or we allowed them to hurt us? I
can tell you that at that time, while packing our bags and looking for return
tickets, I have cursed them, hold them accountable for making our lives
miserable.
“ Wait a minute, what
were we doing? Packing our bags, looking for tickets?? That means we were
returning back to India? We cannot accept defeat that easily, we have not tried
enough. We cannot run from our situations. Definitely we will find a job back
at our home , no one will ask us any question. They are our family , they will
not blame us for returning so quickly”. These were the thoughts in my mind
while packing my bags. Should I care for
what they will think? Or the most important question should be “what I will
think about myself in future?”
Let me tell you what I thought “We have not tried enough, we
cannot lose so easily. I cannot live my life with this burden that I returned
back because we were week. No way, being loser without trying hard is not the
way I live my life. We will try, try even hard this time”. With these thoughts
I unpacked my bags. We are not going back to India Sachin. We are staying here,
let’s learn how to live here…
Leaving you all with this interesting note that we are still
learning how to live here……
See you all soon at the next turn of my journey.. See you
all at Miami stop..
