Off To India
After one of the greatest send offs a person could ask for (family & friends), I made my way to Newark, New Jersey in preparation for my international flight to New Delhi. This would be my first visit to the region so my anticipation grew as I moved closer to departure. I arrived at Newark International Airport and quickly b-lined to the Continental check in. As I stood in line glancing at the many faces of India staring back at me, I began to realize the magnitude of this journey and the significance of my presence in India and her presence in me.
The flight was smooth from take off; the plane calmly disappearing into the blanketed night. As I located the faces of classmates familiar to me, we began to indulge our imaginations along with our curiosities in defining our purpose for making the trip to this land of culture and history. India was within our reach and for a time, we would belong to her.
As the plane descended upon the sleeping city, my nostrils were filled with a heavy smoky scent. I began to absorb my surroundings. So many faces filled our view as we were channeled through the airport eventually graduating from customs and immigration. We were greeted by Professor Gupta, our team lead and instructor on this academic tour. There were smiles and handshakes as we were ushered to our awaiting bus. We left the airport, as it lay still in the fog of the eve.
My thoughts reflected back to a conversation I had on the plane with a fellow passenger named Mandy. She was American and relocated to New Delhi to teach, and provide education consulting services to institutions within India. I asked her for several places where I could purchase gift items. She rolled off the list as if she were accustomed to answering this sort of question.
“Laj Pat Nagar Central Market” she said, where there was local shopping, bangles, household goods and also a great place to meet up with others. For clothing, toys, silver, and even a Cricket bat (Cricket is the most popular sport in India), she suggested Khan Market which she said catered to foreigners. The Turtle Café, Big Chill (the pie is said to be amazing), and Side Wok were just a few of the other places I was directed to explore. As I thanked Mandy I remembered that this was a business education trip. I hoped I would have the time to visit all the grand places. Little did I know that I would be carried to more great sites and businesses in two weeks in India, than some folks visit in a lifetime.
We made our way through the cool of the city, and I observed the many construction projects under way. We passed several schools, one of which the Professor attended as a young man; Springdales. We were able to just make out the buildings on the south campus of Delhi University. We were almost at our hotel. As the sand man was almost upon us, we too would join the masses of New Delhi, in that place of rest called sleep.