Day 11
On the very last day, I hung out with a friend from Binghamton University who was born in Delhi and whose family currently resides there. He picked me and after braving 45 minutes of Delhi traffic, we made it alive and in one piece at his family’s house. I have to say, driving in a car in Delhi was probably one of the most horrifying experiences of my life. As I said in one of my earlier posts, they really just drive wherever and however they want. I honestly thought I was going to die…or throw up everywhere, one or the other. On a brighter note, his family (meaning his mom, grandma, and two cousins) was very excited to meet me and like Dr. Gupta’s family AND our E-buddies, welcomed me with open arms. His mom kept hugging me and telling me how much she loved me. She also cooked me traditional Indian food and when she asked me if I knew what I was eating, I happily said yes and started to rattle off a few Hindi words. In addition to this, she showered me with gifts, something I was very surprised by. After that, we went to his dad’s place of work, where I then met his dad and grandfather. To no surprise, they acted just as his other family members did. I apparently have to come back to India and stay with them for 30 days.
After that I went back to the hotel where we had our farewell dinner and then hopped on the bus to go back to America. The trip through the airport went well as did the flight minus that half hour of turbulence we experienced when we crossed over the Himalayas. Once I got back to home (around 7:45 AM), I felt great. I’d never been happier to see my house. I thought I might have beaten jetlag, but once 10 AM rolled around, I fell dead asleep and didn’t wake up until 6 PM. The next day was even worse. I fell asleep at 4 PM and woke up at 1 AM. I finally got back into a normal sleeping schedule (thankfully before classes started).
Overall, I really did enjoy the trip. Though the living conditions made me appreciate my own home and the little things that I pass over on a day-to-day basis (like a hot shower that doesn’t turn off halfway through), it’s hard not to appreciate Indian culture. It’s so different than anything I’ve ever experienced, so different that I think it scared me a little at first. And even though certain parts of India aren’t as developed as others, it really is a beautiful country. I feel as if I have a connection with it and know that I will continue to follow its progress into the future. I have high hopes for India and strongly support the statement that it is going to emerge as a global leader. And who knows? Maybe it’ll emerge faster than we think.