It has been exactly a decade, when I born in this country. As many immigrants before me who come to the shores of this country at different ages, though they have a degree of maturity, coming to US is like being BORN AGAIN. You get a new SSN, which you apply rather than you parents, and you discover the new culture, American Culture. The only difference of new birth of a kid and a new immigrant, the development is much quicker, in a month getting Bank Accounts. In few more months the American Dream Fulfilment via Credit Card (to estabish history just like a new kid) and in few more months the driving license. And soon in few years, which startled many of us Adult immigrant as too much time to get over the cultural shock, the Indian/Chinese or Irish/German before us, become American. But how much American from heart one is able to obliterate the older nationality is debatable but for sure his lifestyle becomes American.
And has had happened with many others, coming to the shores of US, my journey of the above started. I still remember landing at the Syracuse Airport of the late August to the lush green flora all around. And just like then when in a day or two I moved with other friends to the House, I also in a day or two also moved to the Victorian style house. Only this time the room and house is much furnished. The E Gennesse House has electricity (a decade back as I had no other place to stay I moved with no electricity at the place) and is furnished. I Still remeber the outside room that I stayed at, the best taken by folks who had better connections, had nothing except a dresser. And with it being sunny summer it was easy to live at the place without the electricity. But everything about the place seemed strange. It was very dream like. With no friends and not knowing did I do the right decision of coming to US, it was sort of survival.
And this time jsut like last time, and especially when I think about the first week, with stay manily in the two hotels, just like old stay at senior friends place at Gennesse, the first week was rough. No work and lonliness. So well captured in the Google Photo, of two Indian students with early summer crossing E Gennesse street.
And this late at night at Rochester where the night is alive with all the chirpings of the night life of curtianed summer, it certainly makes me retro back to the days a decade ago.
But one thing for sure, things are different. I certainly have much more association with the place, especailly with Rose and her Long Island, NY connection. I though still not sure if coming to Rochester for job will work out but unlike earlier though I am few years older but I would say I am bit more richer both mentally as well as materialistically.
And as has happened with so many jobs and moving the new place will brings some hurdles but a new discovery. Hopefully this time a new way to discover myself. Of how to handle change and as Narendra Sir used to stay, after you made a decision go with it. Do not brood over it. Enjoy it before the fun of newness will metamorphose to the daily humdrum. When the reality of decison made can not be brooded but lived.
And as Amitabh Bachann said in Kaun Banega Crorepatti Season 5 starting about life's poetry. See the writing here of the poem. It tells of how the Haakka Bakka person starts flowing with the flow. And soon in few more days life and job and Indian trip will take the waking moments. And suddenly some other time at some other place, the Syracuse and Rochester days will exhume from the depts of mind.
And has had happened with many others, coming to the shores of US, my journey of the above started. I still remember landing at the Syracuse Airport of the late August to the lush green flora all around. And just like then when in a day or two I moved with other friends to the House, I also in a day or two also moved to the Victorian style house. Only this time the room and house is much furnished. The E Gennesse House has electricity (a decade back as I had no other place to stay I moved with no electricity at the place) and is furnished. I Still remeber the outside room that I stayed at, the best taken by folks who had better connections, had nothing except a dresser. And with it being sunny summer it was easy to live at the place without the electricity. But everything about the place seemed strange. It was very dream like. With no friends and not knowing did I do the right decision of coming to US, it was sort of survival.
And this time jsut like last time, and especially when I think about the first week, with stay manily in the two hotels, just like old stay at senior friends place at Gennesse, the first week was rough. No work and lonliness. So well captured in the Google Photo, of two Indian students with early summer crossing E Gennesse street.
And this late at night at Rochester where the night is alive with all the chirpings of the night life of curtianed summer, it certainly makes me retro back to the days a decade ago.
But one thing for sure, things are different. I certainly have much more association with the place, especailly with Rose and her Long Island, NY connection. I though still not sure if coming to Rochester for job will work out but unlike earlier though I am few years older but I would say I am bit more richer both mentally as well as materialistically.
And as has happened with so many jobs and moving the new place will brings some hurdles but a new discovery. Hopefully this time a new way to discover myself. Of how to handle change and as Narendra Sir used to stay, after you made a decision go with it. Do not brood over it. Enjoy it before the fun of newness will metamorphose to the daily humdrum. When the reality of decison made can not be brooded but lived.
And as Amitabh Bachann said in Kaun Banega Crorepatti Season 5 starting about life's poetry. See the writing here of the poem. It tells of how the Haakka Bakka person starts flowing with the flow. And soon in few more days life and job and Indian trip will take the waking moments. And suddenly some other time at some other place, the Syracuse and Rochester days will exhume from the depts of mind.