Showing posts with label home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Reverse culture shocks

So I have moved back to Kathmandu (more on my decision and excitement later). My journey from Qatar to Nepal was memorable in that I was already feeling like I am in Nepal. Here I was surrounded by people coming back. It was nice to see that people were going back. May be just for a little while or may be more, but it told me that people still believe in their country, believe in going back. 

But more eventful are the reverse culture shocks. I had to tell the passenger behind me to not to push my chair with his legs while he enjoyed his relaxed sitting position. Then it was simply strange to be stared at. This happened through the journey and even in the street I grew up in. There are new people in the street. Then there was also that time when my mom took me to distribution queue to put our name on the waiting list for LPG gas. Man there was no personal space. If you try to create one people will probably cut the line and occupy that space.


Then everything at home, well most of them, are smaller, older or more worn. Also, my mom wouldn't let me do the dishes because she feared I would use too much water. 


And, Kathmandu is really cold right now. Without the indoors heating system, I wonder how people manage to get work done. But again, it should be our second name, Resilient.




Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Blurb on Home

January 13, 2014. Sometime between 7pm and 8pm at Kathmandu Airport.

I am okay. It was my decision and I am okay now. I got what I wanted. Now, it is time to move forward. I am a cleansed soul from all the world evils, all the problems that wreck me now and then, all the pettiness and lack-lustreness: that is what being home does to you. I am embracing all that a month long home time has given me with a firm handle on my emotions. I am not crying because I got what I wanted. 

Family, friends, pet doggies, well-wishers - they were so excited to see me and wish me well. All that support I am taking with me to face other challenges. That is what being home for a month does to you. 


You were missing it so much and now since you got what you wanted, it won't be nice to miss it even more. You'd rather get up and go on and wait for another time and place when it will feel like home. From here on, life will hopefully be roses and butterflies: because being home after so long does that to you