The VISA officer across the glass pane said--" Well mam, your VISA is issued" and then I was in my own dreamworld for a few minutes.. dazed...I walked out of the Embassy. I was going to another country, I had the permission to. What does it mean? A different country...
Jijaji says that I should come early and give myself time to overcome the culture shock, that is inevitable. I think I would never be able to "overcome" the culture shock. The differences may cease to stark after a while, but they will remain. But then, as long as I know that I am coming back to my country I am game. Or am I?
Infosys Mysore where I stayed for about four months for my training, was a chunk of US in India. Absolutely clean roads, sidewalks, manicure lawns, everything flawless. For a month it was all okay, But after that I just HAD to visit the the town on the weekend atleast once to experience the "real" world, with all its chaos, cacophony, myriad mix of people, sounds and smells... GOD!! I will miss you my dear India. I feel so lucky to be born here.