A visit to the dermatologist reminded me that vacationing in India is not exactly vacationing. I am going to call it a visit home. It's far from being a stress buster but it serves the sole (and important) purpose of connecting with loved ones.
The doctor I visited expressed his opinion and shared his word of advice on every single aspect of my life. Starting with how trivial my skin condition was and that it was silly of me to visit him, he went on to cover other relevant topics. He was convinced that marriage should be on my mind right now. He even thought that my mom wasn't doing a good job of convincing me to get married. He blurted out some random philosophy about getting married at the right time and finally, after what felt like an hour, I was dismissed. My mom, thrilled by the doctor's intervention in my life, kept me busy with the topic for the hour-long train ride back.
My first Mumbai local train ride after a year reminded me how we believe in pushing and pulling each other over living in harmony. We live by 'survival of the fittest' philosophy and it's all in the spirit of Mumbai. Looking at little kids begging for food and young men toiling to make ends meet sent me into reflective mode. But of course, I moved on! That was the city I was born in, the city where I grew up, the city I left for flashier things and the city I may never come back to. Or will I?
The last thing that added to my stress was my Pune trip plan for the upcoming weekend. I want to be able to spend quality time with everyone I meet but there are too many on my list. Plans changed and things don't seem to be working out as I wanted them to. But I think I'll be over it once I meet all the happy faces there!
I am really looking forward to some major items on the Pune check-list - meeting gang friends, meeting the kids in the family, spending some comfortable time with my close family, Parag's court marriage(still hoping that I can attend the real wedding next weekend! fingers crossed).
The doctor I visited expressed his opinion and shared his word of advice on every single aspect of my life. Starting with how trivial my skin condition was and that it was silly of me to visit him, he went on to cover other relevant topics. He was convinced that marriage should be on my mind right now. He even thought that my mom wasn't doing a good job of convincing me to get married. He blurted out some random philosophy about getting married at the right time and finally, after what felt like an hour, I was dismissed. My mom, thrilled by the doctor's intervention in my life, kept me busy with the topic for the hour-long train ride back.
My first Mumbai local train ride after a year reminded me how we believe in pushing and pulling each other over living in harmony. We live by 'survival of the fittest' philosophy and it's all in the spirit of Mumbai. Looking at little kids begging for food and young men toiling to make ends meet sent me into reflective mode. But of course, I moved on! That was the city I was born in, the city where I grew up, the city I left for flashier things and the city I may never come back to. Or will I?
The last thing that added to my stress was my Pune trip plan for the upcoming weekend. I want to be able to spend quality time with everyone I meet but there are too many on my list. Plans changed and things don't seem to be working out as I wanted them to. But I think I'll be over it once I meet all the happy faces there!
I am really looking forward to some major items on the Pune check-list - meeting gang friends, meeting the kids in the family, spending some comfortable time with my close family, Parag's court marriage(still hoping that I can attend the real wedding next weekend! fingers crossed).
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