As I was crossing the two great oceans of the world, the mighty blue Pacific and the temperamental Indian I could feel the passing of every blue mile. It was making me blue because I hate goodbyes, no matter how many times you say them it never gets any easier. Just an hour ago I had said good bye to the city I grew up in, and most importantly good bye to all those that I love. Some would say that humans are rational but then in order to find something new in ourselves we have been given that ability to be irrational or as Andre Gide, had said: “One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore”. However I was not off to discover a new land rather to discover one that was as ancient as time itself. This is how my journey to the ISB began. I was feeling all things one feels when leaving home (which by the way was Sydney). There was apprehension and excitement, the smell of opportunity muddled with the smell of uncertainty, the thoughts running through my head matched the speed of the engines to my right. It would be a year full of surprises both pleasant and a few maybe not so pleasant. The time zones were going to change, the accents were going to change even the seasons were going to change.. Change was the Mantra of the moment …
Fast forward>>>> 5 months Later….
I think someone has forgotten to take their hands off the fast forward button.. life at the ISB is running at a pace I have never witness before but more about that in my later posts, its crazy but fun! .. here are some things that I miss about home and some other things that make me feel at home..
Things I miss about home (Sydney)..
- My family of course
- My vegetable patch which I hear is not producing much these days.. guess it will have to wait for alteast a year..
- Long hours in front of the idiot box
- My mother’s cooking
- Sydney weather
Things that make me feel at home in India..
- All the friends that I have made at the ISB. People I can ring at any time of the night just to chit chat about nothing in particular … or to share a bowl of maggi noodles (I hope to write about the phenomenal sales figures that maggi is showing here at the ISB, all those reading please go buy some Nestle shares hint hint
- The amazing variety of Indian food I have got to taste here at Hyderabad
- The way in which my class mates have welcomed me .. not for a moment made me feel like I’m not at home.
- The fact that everyone around me understands Hindi (no longer a secret code language)
- The fabulous facilities here at the ISB
- All the rock star professors with a variety of international accents that have enlightened us so far..
- And most importantly the lack of time to miss home..
To all those that are wondering what it is like to cross those miles of blue I hope to keep you posted on my adventure here in India at the Indian School of Business…
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