After six long years, I am back to India for my studies. Though it breaks my heart to be thousand miles away from my family and loved ones, it bring out the wild and free mind of mine, which screams like a kid, for adventure. New place and new people always fascinates me. Today, I am going to blog about few things I got to experience after reaching to Visakhapatnam.
The first and foremost thing that caught my eyes was beautiful beach. Since my childhood, I had been wanting to be on beach and play on the sand. I made sure to visit the beach at least, once a day. It gives you such a wonderful and serene feeling to be on beachside with fresh air going through my hair. For a moment, I forget the time and place. It has a ability to make me appreciate every lil' things in life. The view of beautiful sunset is bonus. One day, I happened to go to beach and was enjoying the view of sun setting. That moment, I realized life cannot get better than this. Beach time is the only time I get to be alone with my thoughts and ponder upon my life. I have been to two beaches here and have more to explore as I heard there are numerous beaches at Visakhapatnam. The most interesting thing about beach here is, in the morning from 5 AM TO 8 AM, vehicles are not allowed on road. This three hours is meant for morning people who can enjoy the view as they jog and walk. But the sad part is, on personal level, I am still yet to make best use of it. Though I have promised to my beloved ones at home that I will burn few calories off me. The next big step I got to take is to buy a good pair of running shoe so that I can enjoy the beach view in the morning as I jog. (Praying for all the determination and willpower to make it happen, one fine day)
And the second thing that I have experienced is the great difficulty to procure SIM card. I still wonder and my parents have been constantly nagging me to get one over WeChat as if I haven't tired. I remember chatting with my bestie over Facebook about the difficulty over getting a SIM. Then she said, 'Yeah, I think you don't get SIM easily in India. I have seen in crime shows telecasted in television'. I was like 'As if its foreigners who commits those horrendous crimes'. Whatsoever, its almost three weeks since I arrived here and I still don't have Indian SIM. The good thing is I get to lead a tension free life without cell. No irritating calls from customer care. But the sad part is I miss talking to my parents and beloved ones at home though I get to hear their voice via social media but no other thing can beat the happiness to listening to voices of loved ones on phone. (Still trying my arse off to procure a SIM)
Now, something related to academic life. I am very much familiar with teaching strategy of Indian Education System but it nearly blew my mind off when my lecturers started dictating notes on my first day to class. Who the hell dictates the notes at Masters level? Who does that? And the way they teach is Chalk and Talk. I didn't know that I am back to stone age where the teachings had to been done through chalk-and-talk due to lack to technology. At this age with all the technological advancement, I have to write every word my lecturer utter in the class. I remember taking notes during my primary days. After so many decades, reliving those days are kind of pain-in-my-arse as my middle finger was swollen, literally. How I wish for that day when the lecturers will realized that they can teach without dictating. (One reason for not being able to blog as my fingers were all swollen and keeping my fingers crossed for a day not to take notes anymore, which is next to impossible)
On a personal level, the thing which I hate the most and is darn clueless: cooking, I tried my hands in cooking and quite surprising I kind of mastered in it. I have come here with the thinking that whatever mess provides in hostel, I will, without grumbling, have it. My parents were finally hoping for me to lose some weight when I informed them that I have meals from mess. Call it bad or good luck, the hostel didn't have mess facilities. And stubborn and clueless me, decided to have meals from outside and I did for a week. I had very difficult time in relishing the local cuisine with my frequent visit to toilet and stomach ache. So, I was left with no option than to learn cooking. My first attempt led to burnt rice followed with soup-like rice. Luckily, I didn't face any problem with curry as with more chilies and cheese, what could go wrong. Now, I can proudly say I can cook a decent meal which can be consumed without any side-affects though it is a completely different story that I feel like a common house wife as I put my apron and start cooking and the worry of what to cook for next meal freaks the hell out of me. As I feel I am turning into a weirdo with a unrealistic and constant thought of cooking. (Now, I don't have to worry about not being able to cook when I ran out of money to treat myself with delicious and expensive meals. I can survive)
These are four major things I have experienced which are worth mentioning in my blog.
(Author's Note: This is my first blog after a long gap. Hoping to blog more in future as my stay here gets wonderful and exciting)
The first and foremost thing that caught my eyes was beautiful beach. Since my childhood, I had been wanting to be on beach and play on the sand. I made sure to visit the beach at least, once a day. It gives you such a wonderful and serene feeling to be on beachside with fresh air going through my hair. For a moment, I forget the time and place. It has a ability to make me appreciate every lil' things in life. The view of beautiful sunset is bonus. One day, I happened to go to beach and was enjoying the view of sun setting. That moment, I realized life cannot get better than this. Beach time is the only time I get to be alone with my thoughts and ponder upon my life. I have been to two beaches here and have more to explore as I heard there are numerous beaches at Visakhapatnam. The most interesting thing about beach here is, in the morning from 5 AM TO 8 AM, vehicles are not allowed on road. This three hours is meant for morning people who can enjoy the view as they jog and walk. But the sad part is, on personal level, I am still yet to make best use of it. Though I have promised to my beloved ones at home that I will burn few calories off me. The next big step I got to take is to buy a good pair of running shoe so that I can enjoy the beach view in the morning as I jog. (Praying for all the determination and willpower to make it happen, one fine day)
And the second thing that I have experienced is the great difficulty to procure SIM card. I still wonder and my parents have been constantly nagging me to get one over WeChat as if I haven't tired. I remember chatting with my bestie over Facebook about the difficulty over getting a SIM. Then she said, 'Yeah, I think you don't get SIM easily in India. I have seen in crime shows telecasted in television'. I was like 'As if its foreigners who commits those horrendous crimes'. Whatsoever, its almost three weeks since I arrived here and I still don't have Indian SIM. The good thing is I get to lead a tension free life without cell. No irritating calls from customer care. But the sad part is I miss talking to my parents and beloved ones at home though I get to hear their voice via social media but no other thing can beat the happiness to listening to voices of loved ones on phone. (Still trying my arse off to procure a SIM)
Now, something related to academic life. I am very much familiar with teaching strategy of Indian Education System but it nearly blew my mind off when my lecturers started dictating notes on my first day to class. Who the hell dictates the notes at Masters level? Who does that? And the way they teach is Chalk and Talk. I didn't know that I am back to stone age where the teachings had to been done through chalk-and-talk due to lack to technology. At this age with all the technological advancement, I have to write every word my lecturer utter in the class. I remember taking notes during my primary days. After so many decades, reliving those days are kind of pain-in-my-arse as my middle finger was swollen, literally. How I wish for that day when the lecturers will realized that they can teach without dictating. (One reason for not being able to blog as my fingers were all swollen and keeping my fingers crossed for a day not to take notes anymore, which is next to impossible)
On a personal level, the thing which I hate the most and is darn clueless: cooking, I tried my hands in cooking and quite surprising I kind of mastered in it. I have come here with the thinking that whatever mess provides in hostel, I will, without grumbling, have it. My parents were finally hoping for me to lose some weight when I informed them that I have meals from mess. Call it bad or good luck, the hostel didn't have mess facilities. And stubborn and clueless me, decided to have meals from outside and I did for a week. I had very difficult time in relishing the local cuisine with my frequent visit to toilet and stomach ache. So, I was left with no option than to learn cooking. My first attempt led to burnt rice followed with soup-like rice. Luckily, I didn't face any problem with curry as with more chilies and cheese, what could go wrong. Now, I can proudly say I can cook a decent meal which can be consumed without any side-affects though it is a completely different story that I feel like a common house wife as I put my apron and start cooking and the worry of what to cook for next meal freaks the hell out of me. As I feel I am turning into a weirdo with a unrealistic and constant thought of cooking. (Now, I don't have to worry about not being able to cook when I ran out of money to treat myself with delicious and expensive meals. I can survive)
These are four major things I have experienced which are worth mentioning in my blog.
(Author's Note: This is my first blog after a long gap. Hoping to blog more in future as my stay here gets wonderful and exciting)
