The "others"...

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 2^nd or 3^rd 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..