Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Unpacking India


I’m back!

And by back, I mean my body is physically in Provo, Utah now, which is the beginning of the later process of my experience in India—making sense of it and completing my coursework.  Truth be told, it has not been an easy transition.  Reentry never is.

My little rendezvous across the globe were very rewarding experiences but gave me just five days recovery before classes started.  I’m still jet lagged.  My emotions have been all over, and life went on without me.  It is hard sometimes to walk down the familiar grocery store isles or through the BYU Bookstore without feeling like I want to burst and tell someone—anyone, what I’ve seen.  Four weeks ago I was leaving McLeod Ganj, my home for the last three months.  Three weeks ago I was watching corpses burn by the dozens along the Ganges River in Varanasi, picking human ash out of my hair.  Two weeks ago I was throwing grass at my friends on the lawn in front of the Eiffel Tower.  Last week I was eating gelato on the steps of the Pantheon, listening to a man play a harpsichord.

This week I am a student in the classroom again.

And next week, maybe I will have it figured out.  Like my boxes sitting in the corner of my new apartment (that I cannot unpack yet due to an unexpected flooding prior to moving in), I’m anxious to get settled.
Here are a few first steps to help get me there:
  •   Email all of my professors and set up times to talk about my course contracts (due in a month)
  •   Finish reading books for Professor Easley’s class and brainstorm ideas for a final paper
  •  Write up my summary statements on the personal essays I’ve read and email them to Professor Bennion along with some rough drafts of two of my own personal essays
  •  Get involved and organized according to my Thesis Writing Class (HONRS 300R) and set goals to work on my thesis and coursework
  •  Continually update this blog and catch up on some posts I’ve missed
  • Make personal goals to set aside time and work on drafts of my personal essays
  • Critique this blog
(Photo credit to The Tiny Life)

Thursday, 4 August 2011

Goodbye McLeod Ganj


It’s over.

My bag is stuffed to the brim, my stomach feels like the inside of an out of balance washing machine, and I am something between thrilled, depressed, excited, stressed, anxious, and completely ready to board my train for Delhi tomorrow.

I thought I would write a few of the lessons I have learned—lessons that are a bit beyond learning how to flush a squatter with a bucket or how to rattle off a few Indian and Tibetan greetings.  It will take a bit more time than that though.  This experience was many things, but at the end of the day, I am happy I came, and I am grateful for the time I had.  It is an entirely different category than Ghana.  Mahinder, our massage teacher, says that coming to India makes you grow up about five years.  I’m not sure about that exact number, but it really does change you.  

I am behind on updating this blog, but I thought I would just stop in and say thank you for all the support while I was in the field.  I will have much more posts coming, but for now I will be traveling to Agra, Varanasi, Paris, Rome, and Florence.  I’ll be back in Utah August 23rd.

(I know, right?  This is my life right now!)