So it begins Life out of India I adapt easy enough but re adaption is something else.
Omaha has left with her father and all I hear now is the washing machine and the fan. I can't say I don't like it but.....
The day we left was a day of loss. I wandered around aimlessly for half the day until Jessyca returned and then we wandered aimlessly the rest of day until Emma returned, then packed and drove to Bombay with the brothers. We drove through the Slumdog Millionaire neighborhood in Bombay. God I love Bombay. God I love India.
Our flight leaving Bombay was crazy. I am not sure that the poilet even showed us the prevention film, people may still have been in the isles when he began taxiing down the runway, then he really speed up and we were off. I am sure we were at altitude in about 60 seconds and we arrived in London 40 minutes in advance. The 3 of us, smelly, dirty, lost and laughing. Jess was in another part of the airport so we could not meet up as we had hoped to spend our 8 hour layover together.
We went to Starbucks to get coffee and were assaulted by the difference in communication and efforts there of. Welcome Back????
In Heathrow airport they have a kids area, implemented just that day for long layovers. We brought Omaha who was in sore need of a loan form the kid zone. She played and we pulled the cards out.
By our secondhand we took a look around and looked at eachother nothing was said as we both felt the change over us and then the comment came in synchronicity- "we are not in India anymore"- We looked at ourselves, on the floor with the cards, barefoot, plumcake next to us, oily, smelly, dirty and laughing... we were still Indian thank the good lord but how did we appear to others? How do Indians appear to others? and what a shame it is in the details I sited that we accept them to be.
The flight back form London was crazy, they fed us wine and we drank it mourning our loss and weening ourselves back to our gains. Trashed and hungover we landed in Montreal still foul but now with huge bags under our eyes as well. No Matter we were back to the place we call home.
We hailed our taxi and got in. On the drive home we had a horn blowing holler at the driver next to us and again no words were spoken as we knew, this would never happen in Inida. Accidents happen here because we are hazardous to one another and willing to sacrifice you for what we want. Accidents happen in India rarely and because it is an accident, not because they have been careless about you or themselves.
But on today the first day back and the good Canadians I know and love. We entered our house last night and Omaha went up to tell Francois and Trinh we were home and get the basement key. Trinh came down 5 minutes later with fresh food and welcome home love. We ate, showered, scrubbed, rinsed often, then went to bed.
I awoke at 6 am comme le habitutde and went out to tend the garden which was insane. I began sorting the baggage and Francois came down the stairs and we spoke, then from over the fence I heard Chantal- is that Kara are you back??? Let me climb the stairs to see you- now this is beautiful so Indian and so Canadian we can all love our neighbors. We then went to the cafe around the corner where we call our local sweet chariot and got our coffee. As Canadian tradition requires we got a big smile and Have a Great Day.
Welcome Back !!!!!!!
I will stop this blog until 2013 when I return but will continue with my other.
So for the last I give you Salutations and my first attempt of life out of India
Omaha has left with her father and all I hear now is the washing machine and the fan. I can't say I don't like it but.....
The day we left was a day of loss. I wandered around aimlessly for half the day until Jessyca returned and then we wandered aimlessly the rest of day until Emma returned, then packed and drove to Bombay with the brothers. We drove through the Slumdog Millionaire neighborhood in Bombay. God I love Bombay. God I love India.
Our flight leaving Bombay was crazy. I am not sure that the poilet even showed us the prevention film, people may still have been in the isles when he began taxiing down the runway, then he really speed up and we were off. I am sure we were at altitude in about 60 seconds and we arrived in London 40 minutes in advance. The 3 of us, smelly, dirty, lost and laughing. Jess was in another part of the airport so we could not meet up as we had hoped to spend our 8 hour layover together.
We went to Starbucks to get coffee and were assaulted by the difference in communication and efforts there of. Welcome Back????
In Heathrow airport they have a kids area, implemented just that day for long layovers. We brought Omaha who was in sore need of a loan form the kid zone. She played and we pulled the cards out.
By our secondhand we took a look around and looked at eachother nothing was said as we both felt the change over us and then the comment came in synchronicity- "we are not in India anymore"- We looked at ourselves, on the floor with the cards, barefoot, plumcake next to us, oily, smelly, dirty and laughing... we were still Indian thank the good lord but how did we appear to others? How do Indians appear to others? and what a shame it is in the details I sited that we accept them to be.
The flight back form London was crazy, they fed us wine and we drank it mourning our loss and weening ourselves back to our gains. Trashed and hungover we landed in Montreal still foul but now with huge bags under our eyes as well. No Matter we were back to the place we call home.
We hailed our taxi and got in. On the drive home we had a horn blowing holler at the driver next to us and again no words were spoken as we knew, this would never happen in Inida. Accidents happen here because we are hazardous to one another and willing to sacrifice you for what we want. Accidents happen in India rarely and because it is an accident, not because they have been careless about you or themselves.
But on today the first day back and the good Canadians I know and love. We entered our house last night and Omaha went up to tell Francois and Trinh we were home and get the basement key. Trinh came down 5 minutes later with fresh food and welcome home love. We ate, showered, scrubbed, rinsed often, then went to bed.
I awoke at 6 am comme le habitutde and went out to tend the garden which was insane. I began sorting the baggage and Francois came down the stairs and we spoke, then from over the fence I heard Chantal- is that Kara are you back??? Let me climb the stairs to see you- now this is beautiful so Indian and so Canadian we can all love our neighbors. We then went to the cafe around the corner where we call our local sweet chariot and got our coffee. As Canadian tradition requires we got a big smile and Have a Great Day.
Welcome Back !!!!!!!
I will stop this blog until 2013 when I return but will continue with my other.
So for the last I give you Salutations and my first attempt of life out of India
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